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"Yes, of course I'm thinking about it. As alpha, it is important to think about the future of this pack. I'm expected to have an heir soon," He said gruffly.
"And what makes you think I would ever give you an heir?" I had to focus on keeping myself calm at this obtuse man before me.
"It is your duty as Luna," He stated simply.
"Luna duties be damned. I'd rather die than let you touch me," I hissed. His face twisted downwards into a deeper frown as he ran his hand through his hair.
"If you're so desperate for an heir, you can always mate with Aerin," I sneered. "She's much more willing than I."
"No, I will not mate with Aerin," he growled.
"Well you should tell her that because she's going around telling everyone she'll be the next Luna," At this point, I didn't even care. If he did mate with Aerin it meant he would be less likely to care about my escape.
"No, an heir has to come from the alpha and his real mate," He hissed back.
"And I won't give you an heir willingly. Are you going to force me?" I asked, raising an accusatory brow at him.
He looked startled and disgusted, standing up from his seat and towering over me as he stared me down.
"I would never do that. Not to anyone, much less my own mate," He growled. I met his stare head on, never breaking eye contact.
"You really think so low of me?" He asked, in a much quieter voice.
"I don't know what to think," I replied tightly. "But if you had half a brain, you'd cancel the joining ceremony. I'm not doing it," I asserted.
"I'm not cancelling the ceremony. While I won't force you to carry my heir, you are still my mate and we have to complete the bond," His face was as hard as his voice and I kept my mouth shut.
"We'll see," is all I said.
I quickly left the office, abandoning my work and heading back to my room.
That was my sign to leave so I made quick work of mind linking my uncle and cousin.
"Be ready. We'll leave tonight once the guards have left their posts,' I ordered.
"Of course. The truck is ready and waiting,' Uncle replied.
"Good. I'll make my way over to you and then we can leave."
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