Alpha Maximus The Last Lycan novel Chapter 10

"Alpha Maximus... are you okay? We could hear you...Chaos for miles,"

I'm too depressed to talk. I step into the limo and sit there with my head in my hands.

"The next pack is four hours away. So I suppose we can sleep in the cars tonight," Nathan says.

I nod my head and shut the door.

I worry when I find my fated mate, she will reject me for being the freak of all werewolves-a Lycan. I wonder what her scent smells like if she has dark hair or light hair. Would the Moon Goddess bless me with a kindhearted mate or an arrogant, self-absorbed mate like the she-wolf Chaos almost killed?

Slave

Alpha Tate rips the cupboard door off and flings it across the room. He crouches down, staring at me with a stern, angry face.

"And what are you doing hiding in here?" he asks with a devilish smirk.

He reaches in to pull me out. I hit him repetitively with my fists. It's of no effect. Alpha Tate laughs.

"You're starting to become feisty, little Slave, I see?" he says as he yanks me onto the floor. My body resonates with the sounds of broken bones. I feel the pain in my body.

Standing up, I try to run past him, but he grabs the back of my dress, pulling me back. My dress rips, and my back is exposed.

"You're quite fun to play with," he chuckles with evilness. "Now, I have things I want to discuss with you," he says, scooping me up.

He carries me to his office, kicking the door shut behind us, and sits in his chair, holding me firmly onto his lap. The hair on my body rises with goosebumps from this unpleasing situation. Alpha Tate grabs my face forcing me to stare at him. We both remain silent as we stare at each other.

Alpha Tate leans into me, his nose pressing against my neck as he inhales my scent. I can feel his breath. Electricity runs through my body from his touch. His prickly stubble tickles my neck. I become lost in the moment. Alpha Tate places his hand on my lap and caresses my skin. His hands are warm and rough. They travel from my leg to my stomach and then my breasts.

Stiffening, I let out a whimper. "It's okay, Slave. You relax. This will only hurt for a moment," he whispers.

I gaze up at Alpha Tate. His teeth have elongated. He is about to mark me. I punch and kick as fear and panic envelopes me. I try to wriggle my body away from him.

He lets out a vicious growl. "Keep still, Slave!" he yells.

"No!" I yell, pushing myself from his lap and falling to the floor.

"You are about to become the Luna and officially be my mate! Get back here now so we can get this over with!" he orders.

"No!" I say courageously.

'No?" he says, confused and angry.

"I-I don't want to be your mate or your Luna!" I say.