I pulled my arm and pushed at her shoulder. She didn’t budge.
“Fucking let me go!” I shouted.
Cole pulled me so hard and fast towards her that I was balancing on my toes, pain spreading up my shoulder.
“Enough!” she growled, all alpha, and I stilled instantly.
She steadied me on my feet and loosened her grip but didn’t let me go.
“You have to tell me where you’re going,” she said after a silent pause.
“I don’t have to tell you anything. I don’t have to do what you want. You’re nothing more than a temporary alpha,” I said cruelly.
Cole snarled.
And part of me wasn’t scared, wasn’t submissive. Part of me enjoyed how it wasmewho made her respond like that.
“You’re just borrowing me from Ashford,” I said. “I’m his,” I added.
I swear I watched Cole’s pupils explode in size.
The growl that rumbled in her chest could have shaken the foundations of the house.
The courage that I had vanished quickly as she pulled me back towards her by my aching shoulder and held my jaw with her other hand, her heat against my outside cold.
“Tell me again who you belong to, omega,” she commanded like a dare, and I shared her breath.
“Ashford, heir of Pack Blizzard,” I answered.
I don’t know why I did it or at what moment I decided it would be a good idea to play with my life. I think I was as surprised by my reply as Cole was.
Suddenly her lips crashed against mine, violently, bruisingly so. She pushed her tongue inside my mouth.
I couldn’t breathe.
I was kissing her back.
Her hands were around the back of my neck and in my hair, gripping my waist.
My back hit the wall next to the stairs, her hand protecting the back of my neck.
I held her face to mine, suffocating myself, drinking her in.
“Who do you belong to?” she growled when she broke the kiss and began to bite at my neck.
I groaned in pain or pleasure; I wasn’t sure which.
“Answer me,” she demanded.
“Ashford, heir of Pack Blizzard,” I cried out against a particularly painful bite.
Cole bit down harder in response, and somewhere within me the realisation that she might actually mark me was simultaneously terrifying and arousing.
I felt my panties dampen.
I couldn’t be marked by her only to be discarded in a few weeks. A mark was permanent. Ashford would punish me every day for the rest of my life.
“Stop,” I said and pushed against her shoulders.
