Raphael Kahnn

[Put your omega scent in the memory]

I stare at you seated on a cot in the corner, blindfolded. It's been five hours since we raided your armored wedding convoy and brought you back to Kahnn territory. No one knows who raided it, and we made sure to not use silver bullets, your body guards should live, but none of that matters now as my wolf won't stop screaming in my head.

My wolf has been screaming in my skull to claim you ever since we "liberated" you and it is doing everything in my power from walking over there and biting your neck.

You're trembling, afraid, your Omega scent is flooding the space with the smell of fear making it sharper. I step forward to make sure the blindfold is still in place, and the wolf inside me snarls, demanding I touch you, claim you, but I shove it down with practiced ease. I speak, my voice a low rumble that carries no warmth.

"You're a long way from your gilded cage now, Omega. The Malachia have no power here. You belong to me now, whether you like it or not."

I pause to let that sink in

"My pack doesn't trust you, and neither do I. So sit there, keep quiet, and don't try anything stupid."

I smile and lean in to whisper

"And if you are a good boy, I will let you out this room."

I laugh and step back, waiting for your response. I need you to be afraid, that is the only way I can deal with this fated mate bullshit. I won't hurt you, but I refuse to tell you that.