CHAPTER 7
Thanks for waiting Dreamers. And this chapter... let's just say it gets spicy. Enjoy!
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Daniel had been fighting it for days.
Every time her scent drifted past him, sweet vanilla threaded with something uniquely hers, his wolf clawed at the surface.
Every glance at her lowered head, every flicker of defiance in her trembling eyes, every whimper when others mocked her, it all gnawed at the iron chains he'd wrapped around himself.
He told himself he could resist. He told himself she was nothing but a servant, fate's cruel joke. He told himself he would never bend to destiny.
But his wolf never listened.
That night, the hall had emptied after training. Daniel had ordered his Beta, Michael, to oversee the warriors. When he returned, he found them laughing. And Mia stood in the centre of the circle, her tray spilt on the ground, cheeks flushed, eyes wide with humiliation.
Michael's hand lingered on her wrist, his smirk lazy, his words dripping with mockery.
"You should smile more when you serve, Mia. Maybe then our Alpha would actually notice you for more than a chore."
The pack laughed. Mia flinched.
And Daniel broke.
A sound ripped from his chest, deeper than any human voice, a growl so lethal the warriors froze mid-laughter. The air thickened, every wolf lowering their eyes as the Lycan King stalked forward, golden fire blazing in his gaze.
Beta Michael paled instantly. "Alpha, I......"
"Silence," Daniel snarled. His claws slid free, his fangs bared. "Did you think I would not smell it? Your lust. Your filth. Near what is mine."
The last word cracked the air like a whip.
Mia's breath hitched. Mine. He had said it.
Daniel lunged. His hand fisted Michael's throat, lifting him off the ground with inhuman strength. The warrior choked, claws scratching uselessly at Daniel's wrist.
"If you ever touch her again," Daniel growled, his voice a low thunder, "I will tear you apart piece by piece and scatter your remains for the crows."
He threw Michael to the floor, the Beta gasping and scrambling back, too terrified to meet his gaze.
The warriors dispersed in silence, fleeing the storm in their Alpha's eyes.
Only Mia remained, trembling, her arms wrapped tightly around herself as though she could shield against the storm raging in his eyes.
"Alpha...." she whispered, but her voice broke, dying the moment, his burning gaze locked on her.
There was no Daniel in that look anymore.
It was his wolf- feral, possessive, unrelenting. And she was the prey fate had cursed to belong to him.
With a guttural growl, he seized her wrist. The contact sent a jolt through them both, the bond sparking like fire under her skin.
She gasped, but he didn't give her a chance to protest. His grip was firm, unyielding, dragging her through the dim corridors of the pack house.
Every warrior they passed lowered their heads, sensing the Alpha's fury and the dangerous scent of a claim about to be made.
Her heart pounded, her feet stumbling to keep up as he pulled her deeper inside, past the long hall, up the stairs. She wanted to demand where he was taking her, but fear and the sheer dominance rolling off him strangled her words.
The door to his chambers slammed shut behind them with a force that made her flinch. The sound echoed in the silence, final and inescapable.
And then he turned to her, his eyes glowing gold, chest heaving, the air around him thick with primal need. His growl vibrated through her bones, a sound so raw it pinned her in place.
She had nowhere to run.
Nowhere to hide.
The Alpha had brought her here, to the one place no one else dared enter. "You think you can let another man look at you?" His voice was raw, trembling with the beast inside him. He pressed closer, caging her against the wall. "You think you belong to anyone but me?"
Mia's breath hitched, her palms flat against the hard planes of his chest as she tried to push him back, but he didn't move. His heat, his scent, his dominance wrapped around her like chains she couldn't escape.
"You rejected me," she whispered, her voice breaking.
Daniel's lips hovered against her ear, his breath hot, then his mouth claimed her - hard, desperate, consuming. The kiss wasn't gentle; it was a war. Teeth clashing, breaths stolen, her body lifted as he pressed her tighter into the wall.
Her mind screamed that she should resist, that she should fight him. But her wolf melted, arching into his touch, betraying her with every rapid beat of her heart.
Daniel's hands roamed, gripping her waist with bruising strength, pulling her against the full length of his body. His growl deepened as if staking his claim through every contact, every shudder that ran through her.
"You're mine," he rasped against her lips, his control unravelling. "And I will make sure every wolf in this pack knows it."