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Chapter 43

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“Fuck—"“Thiss, trying to lift my hips but her hand slams down on my stomach, pinning me. “Jess-baby-"

1 fist the edge of my car seat, knuckles white, jaw clenched so hard my teeth ache. I'm watching her lose herself

and for the love of the moon goddess, what the fuck is wrong with her?

She's hot tonight. Too hot.

“Poor baby,” she whisper, lips brushing to mine. | can fucking take her all night. But I'm too fucked up having her

so hot like this on me. “You look like you're about to beg.”

“Jess-fuck-"

“Uh-uh.” Jess grab my jaw, nails digging in just enough to make my mouth fall open. Fucking whore. “You don’t

get to talk. You don’t get to touch. You get to sit there and take what | give you because what?”

“What?” she growls again, grinding harder, and fuck-my hips twitch but | stay down. Barely.

My cock’s leaking already, desperate, trapped, humiliated under her heat.

| swallow. Breathe through my teeth. “Because it's yours.”

| grip her thighs where they bracket my hips, digging my fingers in-not to hurt, but to warn. I'm barely holding it

together. She knows that.

She loves that.

It had been a brutal fucking day. Watching Aria laugh with my father, all that fake sweetness coating her tongue

while she talked politics like she actually had a stake in this pack’s future-I swear my ears bled. | didn’t even

argue when she left. Just stood there like a good little heir, pretending | wasn’t seconds from losing it.

The second she was gone, | found her.

My girl.

My fucking chaos.

Jessica, in her sweats and scowl and that damn stubborn jaw, askingto “practice”. | have something different

in mind.

“Jess,” | say, stopping myself from chuckling because she looks so red now. My condition is for us to have this

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roleplay after | train her. It’s always been my fantasy. “This cock is yours. This body—yours. | want you to be

possessive of me, baby.”

| think I'm going to be fucking insane being in love with her.

She lets out a shaky breath-too high, too flustered-and tries to cover her face.

| grin.

Her power trip just tipped into vulnerability, and I fucking love it.

“What's wrong, baby?” | murmur, low and dangerous, keeping my hands planted on her thighs so she knows I'm

still letting her lead-for now. “Getting shy on me?”

She glares, but it's weak now. Her pout comes out halfway between bratty and wrecked. “Shut up.”

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“Mm.” | lean forward just a little, barely brushing my nose against her throat. “Not what you said a second ago.

Said | don’t get to talk, remember?” | cock my head, smile sharp. “Then why're you melting all over me,

sweetheart?”

Her nails press into my chest. “You're such an asshole,” she mutters, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy with something

that isn’t just lust. “You always makes deal using your cock.”

True.

“And you're so pretty when you're flustered,” | growl back. “Damn, | can do you all day.”

“I'm not-"

I sit up, fast.

Trap her in my lap, chest to chest, mouth to her ear.

“I can teach you a few more technique in combat,” | hiss. “I can breathe every day just to help you beca

warrior, baby.” She gasps, tries to

pull back-but I grip her ass, hold her still. “Do you want that?”

She glares at me, lip caught between her teeth, and that drivesfucking wild. Jessica moves out ofand lay

her back on the seat. | cannot help but chuckle because this is the reason I love her.

Jessica never wants something she never deserved. | admire someone who works hard in life.

“What? So you'll use your power to choose me?” She mutters, but | hear the quiver in her voice. | love how she

says that, like it's a bad thing.”

| don’t want that kind of corruption in the system, alpha.”

“Corruption?” | echo, lips grazing her jaw. “Baby, are you seriously callingthat?”

She laughs, shaking her head. At day, | love seeing her fight her way out the stupid warriors in the field. It's my

guilty pleasure. An alpha likedon’t really have much tin their day to babysit young wolves.

Jessica stares up atand | know she’s damn scared. | can hear her thoughts. She thinks she’s not good

enough with one week of preparation. But, she’s really strong. Sometimes, she’s just too stupid.

| crawl over her, slow, bracing a palm on the backrest just above her head, caging her in. Her thighs fall open

without meaning to, like her body already knows what I’m about to do.

“You're not weak,” | growl. “You're not soft. You're not like them, Jess. So why are you so worried about?”

“I saw your father earlier,” she says, shaking and sounding so small in that way that makesache. ” He called

1 know.

| fucking know, baby.

Of course that self-righteous bastard opened his mouth, thinking rank gives him the right to spit on her. Thinking

she’s less.

“Jess.” | said, trying to make her look at me. “My father is an asshole who thinks every she-wolf is just a good

little breeder.”

It takesyears to learn that.

After a long exhale, Jess stares at me. This time, her eyes look so worried. “Do you think the same?” she asks

suddenly.

And fuck, that shatters me.

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| jerk back enough to see her face-really see it—jaw taut, lips parted like she regrets asking, like she’s bracing

for disappointment. Her throat bobs. She won't meet my eyes.

“Jess.

She doesn’t answer. Something behind my ribs twists and fucking burns.

“Jess,” | say, low and rough. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” Her brows lift, defiant now, but her mouth is still soft. Her hands still fisted in my shirt like she

doesn’t know if she wants to push or pull. “Don’t ask if the future Alpha thinks | should stay in the kitchen and

pop out heirs? Because I've heard what they say about your pack. About your father. About the way he-"

“I will never be him.”

My voice cracks on it.

| mean it so hard | think it tears something in me.

“I will never be him.”

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“I don’t want a mate | can own. | want a warrior who can ruin me.” | only fucking want her. “I want you,” | rasp,

dragging my thumb over her bottom lip, swollen from biting it raw. “Not tamed. Not changed. Not bred into some

pretty little box he'd approve of.”

Fuck politics. | will never be my father.

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