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Good thing she isn't a witch. She definitely would have cursed me with the look she gave me. She can ignore me all she wants, but Everly can't overlook my influence in this city; eventually, she will be forced to give in.
“What the hell are you doing?” she demands, poking me in the chest with her finger. I snatch her hand, holding it in mine, and she tries to rip it free. Her strength is nothing compared to mine, and something about that bothers me. What if someone grabs her who isn't me? It feels so easy to hurt her, even accidentally. She would never be able to fight them off.
She growls at me, and I realize how non-existent her aura is, like she doesn't have one. Rogues have auras too, weaker and nothing in comparison to a pack wolf, but she has none. Despite her spunk, her growl sounds weak, and if it wasn't for the look of anger on her face, it may have been a purr.
“Let go, and make him stop,” she demands.
“Let me mark you, and I will,” I tell her, and she snarls at me, her canines slipping from her gums. “Go for it, bite away; I don't care if you want to mark me first. Either way, you will be mine.”
“You are fucking infuriating! This won't win you any brownie points,” Everly snarls, and I tug her closer before spinning and pressing her against the hood of my car.
Her breathing becomes harder as I press closer to her. God, her body feels good pressed against mine. Her scent makes my mouth water, and I fight the urge to push my face into her neck, losing the battle completely, but instead of shouting, she gasps.
Everly's hand still clutched in mine loosens, and her body goes slack against me when I press closer to her. Her breathing intensifies as I run my nose along the column of her throat to her ear—so warm and enticing. I can hear her heart pounding in her chest as her other hand grips the front of my shirt feebly.
I can tell she is trying to fight off the effects of the bond telling her to give in—telling her to give herself to an Alpha; to me. The vibration of my purr rattles my chest, and before I can stop myself, I run my tongue across her neck. I groan at the taste of her skin on the tip of my tongue. Damn, she tastes even better than she smells, and I have to restrain against my basic instincts to devour her. However, the action seems to snap her back, and she tries to shove me off, fighting against me. I pull back to look at her, only for her palm to connect with my face.
My cheek stings from her slap, and if looks could kill, I would be reduced to dust.
“Get off me, you brute! Stop trying to force me to do what you want.”
I rub my cheek with my hand. The contact from her slap made my skin tingle and burn, but I don't move away from her. Instead, I look over my shoulder to see the tow truck leaving with her vehicle on the back.
“Well, seems like you need a lift to the impound yard?”
She growls at me, and I purr back at her before she starts smacking my chest.
“I swear, Valen, you will regret doing that! Tell him to bring it back now! That truck has sentimental value. It was given to me by someone I care about. Now call him—undo it!”
I run my finger down her neck and she shivers under my touch.
My cock twitches in my pants, seeing the effect I have on her. She feels the bond—there is no denying it—no matter how much she hates me.
“Not until you agree to be mine. If you want it back, all it takes is one little mark to sit right here.” My finger stops where her shoulder meets her neck, and my gums tingle. I desperately want to mark her as mine, crave for her skin to break under the pressure of my teeth when I give her my mark that will forever lie on her skin, telling the world she is mine.
“Valen, please,” she asks, and I look down at her, her face turned, watching the tow truck move down the street, taking away her truck.
“It's just a truck, Everly. If you want it back, you know what you have to do.”
Her jaw clenches, and she turns to look back at me. My stomach sinks when I see her eyes teary like she's fighting the urge to cry. It's just a truck, and an old one at that. It isn't even new! Why she would get so emotional over that old thing is beyond me.
“You have no right,” she snarls.
“Maybe you forget who I am; I have every right. I own this city, and I say what happens in it, Everly. The sooner you realize that the better it will be for you. I could give you everything you ever wanted.”
“Not everything, Valen. You can't give me the last five years of my life back,” she says, shoving me away, and I let her.
“If you haven't figured it out yet, Valen, I don't care for your social status or your money; I make my own, I don't need yours, and I certainly don't want it.”
“I can make your life miserable, Everly,” I say, not backing down.
Everly laughs, which startles me; a threat from the blood Alpha isn't to be taken lightly. She’s clearly not stupid, she knows I'm capable of destroying her and those who work for her. I could have her hotel torn to the ground and no one would bat an eyelash, especially over some rogue girl.
“Do your worst, Valen. Don't forget, my reputation as a rogue is minuscule compared to the reputation you have. Who do you think will suffer more when it's tarnished? Certainly not me. They already think I'm the lowest scum to reside in this city. Yet, they still walk through those doors. They still visit my hotel. Miserable? You don't know the meaning of the word—but you will. I will make sure of it.”
Turning on her heel, she's about to cross the road when my phone rings. She glances at me as I pull it out to see the towing company name pop up on the screen.
“This would be about your car,” I tell her, and she turns back to face me, folding her arms across her chest. I answer it, putting it on speakerphone so she can hear.
