Chapter 11

I had no idea how to handle this man, who made it seem like his sole purpose in life was to worship me.

I had never seen love clearly, yet partners were meant to experience deep feelings for one another—where were mine? I hadn't considered anything else but wanting to touch him and be close to him. I was attracted to him, but it wasn't love; instead, I was afraid and uneasy.

"We just met," I mocked. "This connection isn't real." I nearly felt bad about saying those words as his eyes darkened sinisterly.

He got up from where he was sitting on the bed to stand over me. His eyes had taken on a black hue akin to the night sky without stars. Both he and his wolf disapproved of what I had said.

"Can you not feel the pull between us, the electricity when I touch you?" He knelt to assist me, and as he had promised, electric sparks erupted across my skin with a vengeance. My heart pounded alongside his as I stood beside him.

Before I did anything dumb, I swiftly turned away from him and moved in the direction of a window. By doing this, I avoided having to see the inevitable scowl that nipped at his lips.

Sleep seemed to let me realize the reality of the situation, even though yesterday I had been bewildered and fascinated by the mate's pull and the sensation of his touch. I appeared to have two options. I could lie for a little while, or I could tell him I was a witch-blood wolf and face the repercussions.

Perhaps I merited a pleasant surprise, and perhaps I could conform to the tidy little template he had already established for me.

"Either way, Alpha, it seems like my destiny is in your hands. So that we can put this behind us, why don't you just reject me?" I was eager to see how he would respond. Considering his prior response, I figured he wouldn't be happy with what I said, but I hadn't anticipated him doing what he did next.

The force of being shoved into the window caused it to tremble. The chilly paneling rubbed against my back as the last of my breath left me. His hands were heated against my hips as I stared at him, with my eyes wide.

"Tell me, Kylie—from the moment that you laid your eyes on me, what have I done to make you think that I would want to reject you?" His body kept pressing into me, and it was a serious question.

Honestly, he had done nothing to indicate to me that he was not interested in me. However, since he was a royal wolf and the blood of his people had tarnished my heritage with savagery, no proof was required. Nevertheless, I chose the next best thing because he was unaware of that.

"Because I am an omega—and omegas don't become mates to werewolf royalty." He grimaced.

"I have waited a long time for you, longer than most wolves wait for their mates—I would not reject you over something so menial." At the notion of it, he grinned slightly. "You behave as though being an omega is a slight to the wolf pack; you're not a witch blood wolf, so don't worry. Your standing in your previous pack won't matter anymore because you'll be mine, Luna. You're going to be the wolf queen—my queen." My heart pounded faster. It was now simple for me to figure out what needed to be done; he had stated the words I wanted and the ones I feared at the same time.

"And what if I was a witch-blood wolf?" I hesitantly inquired to find out what his response would be. Oh, how I'd been wrong; surely it wouldn't matter to him what was in my blood if he was so enamored with me just now.

"Witch blood wolves have been extinct for decades; you're funny for someone so small and angry." He had declined to answer the query and had omitted the crucial information.

In order for our mate-bond to survive all of this, I wanted him to assure me that it didn't matter—that even if I was a witch blood wolf, I was still his mate. Instead, he laughed at my query and treated me like a joke, which enraged me.

I felt the anger seeping through my skin, even though he had imprisoned me by the window.

"I could take you down anytime, Alpha." I glared, and at the sound of my words, he retreated a little from me.

I knew that he would respond favorably to my challenge since I was putting him on the spot.

Even though I was making fun of him, he didn't respond the way I was expecting. I had observed Alphas become enraged when their strength was called into question, but I suppose it carried a different meaning when your partner raised the issue.

I stumbled out of my combat position as he moved a few more steps away from me and raised his arms above his head. He was in front of me, tall and semi naked, and he looked to have the advantage. What I had overlooked in my rage was that battling him would require me to make extremely close contact with his bare skin.

"And how is it that you plan on taking me down?" His green eyes gleamed, and he gave me a smug little grin when he saw my big eyes and scarlet cheeks. He knew I admired his body, so he was purposefully showing it off to me.

I wanted to jump into his bones at the hint of sensuality in his words, but I planted my feet firmly.

"You have to put a shirt on first." His eyes grew more intense as he focused on them as I nervously licked my lip. A deep giggle slipped through his mouth, and I realized that he was actually laughing at me this time.

"Why would I act in that way? It appears that I have discovered a vulnerability in you, and you take advantage of your opponent's flaws when fighting." He started to approach me, but I was still leaning against the window, and I had nowhere to escape. His words struck a chord with me, causing a spontaneous scheme to spiral into my thoughts.

I went for the hem of my own shirt and pulled it over my head without saying anything. As I let the material fall to the ground, the cool air touched my skin. I would inflict the same suffering on him that he was about to inflict on me. I felt his gaze creep down my skin, and this time his eyes were wide and he was stuck in place.

This time, when I moved toward him on my own, I liked the way I seemed to influence him. I was glad I had on one of my nicer bras because he growled as his eyes landed on the material.

"You're playing a dangerous game, Kylie." As I approached him, his eyes darkened, and his hands tightened in control as he shouted out my name.