Chapter 305
AXEL
Emily lunges at Leah with a furious, feral snarl and even with my heightened reflexes, I’m not close enough to reach her in time before she takes Leah down to the floor and lands on top of her.
I do, however, reach her in time to loop an arm around her waist and lift her before she can sink her fangs into Leah’s neck like she was aiming to do.
I’ve barely got my arms around her when she turns on me in a fit of blind rage.
This has been building up since the moment she was brought home.
I could see it in the way she would tense around other pack members, or the feral gleam in her eyes when she thought no one was looking and she would glare at Leah.
Leah scrambles up from the floor, staring with wide eyes as I try to subdue Emily without hurting her, all the while avoiding her shredding me with her sharp little claws and teeth.
“Run!” I tell Leah.
Because if on the small chance Emily got away from me, she’d
pick up where she left off.
Leah darts by us and then goes sprinting down the hallway, shouting for Aaron as she
goes.
With Leah gone, Emily momentarily becomes even more wild, and her claws rake across my jaw and neck.
That’s the last straw for me.
Furiously, I take her legs out from underneath her and flip her down so she lands on her stomach. I come down on top of her, using my weight to try to subdue her, but at the same time trying not to crush her, because she’s so much smaller than me.
However, she’s still raging and fighting beneath me.
“Stop, Emily!” I command her in a hard, booming voice, putting some of my long–dormant Alpha power into the words.
If anything, it only makes her fight harder beneath me.
I pin her arms, and then lean down and clamp my teeth onto the back of her neck, growling a final warning. I don’t break the skin, but there’s every chance she’ll at least have bruises later
- on.
This is a move of domination I’ve never had to use on anyone in my life, not even when I had a pack.
But Emily is closer than ever to going rogue.
The only thing that’s going to get through to her now is pure instinct and base aggression.
It works for the most part.
She
goes still beneath me and lets out this breathless kind of whimper.
But her body is still taut like a bow drawn too tight, and I have no idea if she’s going to get right back up and start fighting the second I let her go.
The worst thing about this is what it’s doing to my body.
Having her underneath me, feeling the way her strong, lithe body fits against me, the womanly scent of her, my teeth sunk against her flesh…
I want to bite her in a completely different way.
In a way that will bind us together for eternity.
I want to rip off every stitch of clothing until she’s naked and moaning and begging me for more.
My wolf is frustrated and on edge and doesn’t understand why I rejected the mating bond when our mate is right here.
Ripe for the taking.
I stagger back, not fully trusting myself.
7
The second I’m no longer physically forcing her to submit, she starts struggling again. Although maybe not as fiercely this time.
I flip her over and then use my hips to pin her as I grab her
arms.
“Enough!” I roar at her.
“I will not submit to you!” she snaps at me, straining against my hold. “You rejected me as your mate. You have no right—”
“You did what?” a furious Alpha voice demands from above us.
