“Come here, Jasmine,” she commanded.
I stood up and walked to the window as she instructed.
She pointed outside. “I was taught to take the bull by the horns and never let anyone destroy my pack, my home,” she began, her voice sharp. This wasn’t the apologetic mother from a few minutes ago. Where had that woman gone? My heart raced as I stared at her, wondering what was going through her mind. “We can’t let the Moonpack wage war against us, and at the same time, I can’t give you over to them,” she continued, her gaze still fixed on the sky.
“What do we do, Mother?” I whispered, dread creeping into my voice.
She was silent for a few moments, then finally cleared her throat. “You didn’t reject Jason. I’ll have him cancel his engagement with Stephanie. And you will marry him,” she stated coldly.
I went rigid, my mind reeling. Did I just hear her correctly? Was this some twisted trick my mind was playing on me?
“No, I can’t do that,” I blurted out without thinking.
She turned to face me, her expression hard. “Then would you prefer to leave this pack, go to a place where you know no one, where no one respects you? Is that what you want for yourself? To end up as a sex slave, looked down upon? I raised you, picked you up from the orphanage, gave you the best training, paid for every luxury you’ve enjoyed, and took you in as my daughter. I never asked for anything in return, and you dare to say no?” Her voice was sharp, harsher than I’d ever heard.
I was stunned. My mouth opened, but no words came out.
I knew I owed her everything, but was she asking too much without considering my life? I’d been humiliated by her son, rejected, and now, where was she during all of that? Why didn’t she step up for me then?
“I didn’t mean to say no,” I murmured, struggling to find my voice. “But canceling the engagement with Stephanie might not stop him. We have limited time, and Ryder needs to leave the pack soon. How do we justify that?” I questioned, needing to know her plan. It wasn’t just about getting involved with Jason.
“You need to carry the Alpha’s child,” she said, her voice cold and unyielding. “You need to sleep with Jason, mated or not!”
My heart pounded loudly in my chest. Was she serious? Where was the mother I knew? This was an entirely different woman. I wanted to scream that I couldn’t do it, but I knew she’d only see me as ungrateful after everything she’d done for me.
I swallowed hard. “I’ll think about it,” I said, trying to push her off. “I need to rest and figure out how to go about this,” I lied.
“That’s more like it, Jasmine. You’ve always been my favorite, remember,” she said, kissing my cheek. She walked to the door, blowing me a kiss before leaving the room and closing the door behind her.
I released a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding.
I walked over to my bed and plopped down on it. I’d never felt so trapped, so caught in the middle. This pack was truly my doom.
A noise from the window made me freeze. I thought I’d locked it.
The window creaked open, and a full figure struggled to enter. My heart stopped, and I wanted to scream.
A noise from the window made me freeze. I thought I’d locked it.
The window creaked open, and a large figure struggled to enter.
My heart stopped, and I wanted to scream.
A huge body towered over me, his hands wrapping tightly around my mouth. That familiar, intoxicating cologne hit my nose, and I knew who it was, even without seeing his face.
I stilled in his hands; his hold was the comfort I needed.
“Ryder?” My voice came out as a whisper. How did he get in here? Where had he gone, stalking through my window? What isn’t this Lycan king capable of doing? First, he’s pinned us to his hands, and now he’s stalking through my window?
How fascinating!
“Baby Vixen,” his tone hoarse, sending cold shivers running down my spine.
My core clenched; his breath was hovering over my face. I let out a deep sigh.
“What do you want?” I asked, trying to push his full length away from me. I was being crushed beneath his huge body, his thigh pinning my legs down, his hands holding mine captive.
I was his submissive, and he was my master. I tried to pull away from his hold, but Ryder’s grip tightened just enough to remind me who was in control, though his touch was never harsh. His eyes, those intense, stormy turquoise eyes, burned into mine with a mix of possessiveness and desire. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, his presence overwhelming in my room.
“You know what I want,” he growled softly, his voice a low rumble that sent vibrations straight to my core. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of my neck, teasing but not yet claiming. “I want what’s mine.”
My body tensed. I tried to blink and shake off the feeling, but I couldn’t. There was something about him that awakened a hunger in me I’d never experienced.
His voice was a command, a declaration. It was almost like I had no say.
What’s his? Who gave him the audacity to claim me like I’m a toy, a pawn, a tool? How dare he?!
I tried to move for a second time, but his masculine Greek body held me captive, pressing me into the mattress. The scent of his cologne, mixed with the wild, untamed musk that was uniquely his, made my head spin.
“You can’t just… break into my room like this,” I managed to say, though my voice trembled, betraying the thrill that coursed through me. “What if someone saw you?”
That dark, amused smile curved his lips as he finally released his grip on my mouth. His hand trailed down my arm, leaving a trail of tingling sensation in its wake.
“No one saw me, Vixen. No one ever sees me unless I want them to.” He winked, and my body shuddered. I had a feeling his words held more depth than that. Did that mean he had been watching me whenever I was sleeping?
His confidence, his sheer dominance, made it impossible to resist him. He was the Lycan king, a creature of the night, capable of anything. And yet, here he was, with me, his chosen submissive.
Ryder’s fingers found the hem of my shirt, slipping beneath the fabric to touch my bare skin. The warmth of his hand sent a jolt of electricity through my body, and I couldn’t suppress the small gasp that escaped my lips.
“You’re trembling,” he observed, his voice laced with satisfaction. The glint of amusement in his eyes vanished, replaced with darkness, lust, and desire.
“Do I scare you, Vixen?”
I swallowed hard, my body betraying me as it arched into his touch.
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