“I, Eleanor Bernardi, reject you, Alpha Killian Ivanov, as my mate and Alpha.” She said, glaring at the Alpha who shook his head at the woman, seeming unaffected by her words.
He walked toward her, his eyes fixed on her, as if a predator chasing his prey.
“Over my dead, fucking, body.” He said, connecting his lips with hers. “You’re mine, Eleanor, and I suggest that you keep that in mind.”
Running away from her pack was not easy.
But when Eleanor Bernardi...

R18. Not for years 17 or less. Violence. Death. Smut (the dirty kind).
< "What was it you said? That I could… never arouse you even if I tried? That the very attempt would make you laugh?” His eyes narrowed darkly and she allowed herself the risk of smiling. “I don’t see you laughing. In fact, correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t you just call my name? My name, whilst you believed yourself to be in the arms of another. My name.”
"And you’re not scared at all? You pulled this ridiculous stu...