Alpha's Puppet

r luggage. She couldn’t believe she was right here, and not in the safety of her home at White-Moon pa

y a crisp note to accompany her. A sad smile touched her lips as she thought about it. She was really strange, calling S

are you?” A

words hit her. She swallowed hard as the shame of her intentio

ment with Alpha Jax

d, which wasn’t normal with the weather they were presently in. The

me,” He sa

everything she ever hoped for, dreamt off, and lived for would be thrown into the wind.

house, trailing behind the man who wa

ordered, withou

about her mother, Amy. What would her plight be now? Her father would practically torture her so much that she

things can go worse from here. It was nothing. She dropped the bag finally, her ha

, then none of these would be happening. It almost felt like her mother enjoyed being tortured and opp

here. Why didn’t the moon goddess bless them with better resources and partners? It was so insane

uple of minutes, her whole world would be turning on its head. And, if her Alpha was a mood

d not. She only felt her muscles crying for some sort of relief. How long was she going

un. She facepalmed herself at her stupidity, why could she not be decisive for once? She’d had her chance and she blew it, surely the pack warrio

flutter, unleashing butterflies up her throat. A cold sweat dropped down her skin, and th

er than her. Her legs moved rapidly to him. Ever

th-watering kiss, only for him to push her on the floor.

not touch your Alpha until he

w they were mates. That was surely the case. Without think

aid desperately, willing him t

, he leaned forward, their eyes meeting like electric cu

ve a mate!” He turned his back on her. “Get your things to the first

gh. This was too much! In one sentence, he’d put her in her place. She looked at him with renewed hate. Why