Chapter 44\u00a0<\/p>\n
Daxon\u2019s POV\u00a0<\/p>\n
I stood in the shadows with a bright smile stretching across my face as I watched Athena walk away from that pathetic stranger, her\u00a0<\/p>\n
entire body still trembling like a leaf in a storm.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I knew what I needed to do to break the little hope she was starting to build again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Even from this distance, I could smell her fear, that sweet, intoxicating scent that had always driven me wild with hunger.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She was still completely affected by me. Still broken. Still mine.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My wolf was growling and pacing inside my mind, calling out for what belonged to us.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Our mate! She\u2019s right there! Take her!\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, she\u2019s ours,\u201d I murmured under my breath, watching her stumble out of the alley like a wounded animal. \u201cShe\u2019ll always be ours.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Let\u2019s go get her now. Claim her. Drag her back where she belongs. Make her remember who owns her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Calm down, buddy. She\u2019ll be ours soon enough. But not yet.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I\u2019d watched with delicious satisfaction as she chased after that random stranger, desperation written all over her face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
46\u00a0<\/p>\n
Did she really think running halfway around the world would free her from me? That she could just reject our bond and pretend I didn\u2019t\u00a0<\/p>\n
exist anymore?\u00a0<\/p>\n
The stupid little girl still thought about me constantly. I could see it in the way she jumped at shadows, the way she looked over her\u00a0<\/p>\n
shoulder wherever she went. She missed me, needed me, even if she was too stubborn and proud to admit it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But that\u2019s what I loved about breaking her \u2013 she always fought back just enough to make it interesting before she inevitably crumbled\u00a0<\/p>\n
under the weight of her own weakness.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She probably wanted me to come crawling back, begging for another chance like some pathetic, lovesick fool. That would be the last thing\u00a0<\/p>\n
I\u2019d ever do. I was the predator here, not some desperate prey animal chasing after scraps of affection.\u00a0<\/p>\n
No, I had much better plans for my stubborn little mate.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I\u2019d make sure to eliminate anyone who tried to stand in my way of getting her back. Starting with that so\u2013called \u201cbrother\u201d of hers who\u00a0<\/p>\n
looked at her like she was his entire world.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The way Tristan Hayes stared at Athena when he thought no one was watching was absolutely disgusting all soft eyes and protective\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Chapter 44\u00a0<\/p>\n
instincts and barely concealed longing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Especially him. He\u2019d be first on my list.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I\u2019d been in this pathetic excuse for a country for over a week now, had landed just two days after Athena did. Did she really think she\u00a0<\/p>\n
could hide from me? That I wouldn\u2019t track her down no matter where she ran?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Following her had been almost insultingly easy. She\u2019d gotten soft during our time apart, careless.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She walked the same routes every day, when she\u2019s not with her broother, worked at the same company, lived in the same house with her\u00a0<\/p>\n
precious protector who was too blind to see what was right in front of his face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Let\u2019s take her tonight. Drag her back to our territory where she belongs.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Soon. Very soon. But first, let her bask in her pathetic illusion of safety. Let her think she\u2019s making progress, healing, getting stronger. That\u2019s when we\u2019ll remind her exactly who she belongs to.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The thought made me laugh quietly to myself. She was starting to learn how to fight? Taking those ridiculous little self\u2013defense classes\u00a0<\/p>\n
with humans who had no idea what real violence looked like? How adorable.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Let\u2019s see how well those pretty new skills worked against someone who\u2019d spent years perfecting the art of breaking stubborn spirits.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Just the thought of me appearing in her life again would destroy whatever microscopic progress she thought she\u2019d made.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I know exactly which buttons to push to send her spiraling back into the terrified, helpless creature I\u2019d molded her into.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I had so many delicious plans for reminding her who she really was.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t even have to show my face. Leaving little hints would be enough. This was just the beginning.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The event at the grocery store, was caused by me. I knew she\u2019d have that crazy dream she always had, dreams of me doing her naughty\u00a0<\/p>\n
things.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She\u2019d always wake up begging me to stop whatever I was doing to her, I used to love the way she cry\u2019s out my name in her dreams.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I\u2019ll make sure she doesn\u2019t stop having them, she\u2019ll see me everywhere she goes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And every time she started to feel safe, I\u2019d be there to yank that security away.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland\u2019s breathtaking cold.<\/p>\n
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