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AMARIS
His mouth moved up my neck to my jaw and I turned my head so our lips were inches apart, both of us breathing hard and wanting to close that distance but knowing we shouldn’t.
The pull was overwhelming, my whole body was on fire and aching for him to touch more and I hated myself for wanting it when I knew how wrong this was.
One of his hands slid down from my breast to my stomach and then lower, pressing between my legs through my jeans and I moaned without aning to.
"Fuck, you’re so responsive." His voice was strained. "I want to taste you again, want to make you co on my tongue."
I was drowning in sensation and need when he suddenly pulled back slightly, his hands stilling on my body.
"There’s sothing you need to know about why my father is rushing to mate you." He was still breathing hard and his pupils were blown wide with lust.
I was too distracted by how much I wanted him to keep touching to really process his words. "What?"
"You’re a white wolf, Amaris."
I froze completely, my brain trying to catch up with what he just said. "What?"
"Stormshadow Alpha lineage females carry white wolf bloodline." He kept his hands on but his expression had gone serious. "It’s the most powerful wolf that exists, ancient powers that haven’t been seen in centuries, especially when it cos to heirs."
I just stared at him because I had no idea what he was talking about. "I don’t understand, what’s a white wolf?"
"The rarest and most powerful bloodline." His hands tightened on my waist. "My father knows, that’s why he wants to mate you, he wants the heir you’ll give him because it will be the most powerful heir in existence."
The words were sinking in slowly, my mind trying to process this information that made no sense.
"He’s using you." Rowan’s voice was gentle now. "He never wanted you for you, just for what you can give him."
I knew he never wanted for . But I thought he just wanted an heir turned out he wanted an heir from a specific bloodline.
I wasn’t just a breeder to him.
"And there’s more." He looked pained. "Freya is alive."
"What?" My voice ca out as barely a whisper.
"My father has known, he just found out during the full moon, he’s rushing to mate you before she shows up." Rowan explained quickly. "Ryker overheard him talking to Beta Marco about finding her, and then we tortured Jason and he told us everything, about the white wolf bloodline and Victor wanting you dead before you shift."
Everything was crashing down around and I couldn’t breathe.
Alpha Corvin wasn’t just using for breeding like I was livestock, he didn’t give a fuck about as a person, I was just a vessel to give him powerful children.
And Freya was alive which ant everything I’d been told was a lie. He wanted an heir so he could go back to his fated mate.
No wonder he had always insisted I went back after I gave him an heir.
Anger started building in my chest, everything finally making sense. He never wanted back, he only agreed to the traditional mating because he couldn’t stand to lose an heir.
"I need to talk to him." I pushed away from Rowan. "I need to confront him about this."
"Amaris, wait—" Rowan tried to grab my arm but I was already walking fast toward the pack house. "You can’t just storm in there."
But I wasn’t listening because my mind was racing with everything he’d just told and all I could think was that I needed answers from Corvin right fucking now.
White wolf, powerful bloodline, being used for heirs, Freya alive, everything was a lie, I was just a breeding vessel to him, nothing more.
I walked through the pack house so fast I was almost running and people moved out of my way probably because they could see the fury on my face.
I got to Corvin’s study and didn’t bother knocking, just shoved the door open hard enough that it banged against the wall.
He was sitting at his desk and looked up when I burst in, surprise crossing his face before it shifted to sothing that looked almost pleased.
"Amaris, I was just about to send for you." He stood up from his chair.
"Is it true?" I was breathing hard from walking so fast and from the anger burning in my chest.
"Is what true?" He started walking toward slowly.
"Are you only mating because I’m a white wolf?" I demanded.
His expression shifted imdiately, the cold and calculative deanor I had always known him for subrging.
"Who told you that?" His voice was calm but there was a threat underneath it.
"Is it true?" I asked again, louder this ti.
He didn’t respond to , instead he stared at while he studied with those dark eyes.
Then he smiled and it made my skin crawl. "Co here."
I didn’t move.
He walked past and closed the study door, the click of the lock making my heart race with fear.
"Yes, I know about the white wolf bloodline." He started walking toward and I backed up instinctively. "Of course I know."
He kept coming closer and I kept backing up until my back hit his desk and I had nowhere else to go.
"Do you understand what this ans?" His hands reached out and grabbed my arms, holding in place. "The power, the dominance, securing my bloodline for generations to co with the most powerful heirs in existence."
His hands ran down my arms possessively and then moved to my waist, gripping hard enough to bruise.
"You should be honored that I chose you." He pulled closer and I tried to push him away but he was too strong. "Do you know how rare you are?"
One of his hands slid up my side and cupped my breast through my dress, squeezing roughly while the other hand gripped my hip.
"You’ll give the most powerful heirs this world has seen in centuries." His voice was dark and possessive and his touch felt wrong, I struggled to pull away.
I shoved at his chest. "What about Freya?"
He froze, his hands tightening on painfully.
"What about her?" His voice went deadly quiet and dangerous.
"I know she’s alive." I forced the words out even though my voice was shaking.
His eyes went darker than I’d ever seen them and rage crossed his face. "Who the fuck told you that?"
"Nobody, I just know." I tried to sound confident but failed, I tried to take advantage of his montary shock to move away from him.
"You’re lying." He grabbed and spun around, slamming back against the wall so hard it knocked the breath out of . "Who’s been talking to you?"
His hand went to my neck, not choking but gripping possessively.
I gasped for air being barely able to breathe from the pressure and the fear flooding my system.
"I don’t want to marry you." The words ca out desperate and terrified. "I don’t want to end up dead like Luna Zoya."
His grip on my neck tightened slightly and he leaned in so close our faces were almost touching.
"You will be my Luna whether you want it or not." His voice was absolutely final. "There’s nothing you can do about it, the mating is happening tomorrow night and after that you’ll be bound to ."
Tomorrow night.
Not Saturday.
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