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Chapter 6. Removing the Ex-mate’s Mark

Rishima remained silent, her cold gaze fixed on him.

Zvonimir continued, "If you had behaved, I wouldn’t have laid a hand on you."

Behaved?

Rishima laughed. She thought her heart had already turned numb, but these words made it ache again, as if someone was stabbing her heart with a knife.

It was always the same.

Zvonimir always demanded her to behave, and then behave even more. Even when the elders of the Silverfang pack made things difficult for her, even when Farah slandered her, Zvonimir only ever asked her to quietly endure.

No wonder he liked Farah.

To every wolf else, Farah was obedient, sensible, kind, and lovable. Moreover, her grandfather and Old Master Ashcroft were lifelong friends. Old Master Ashcroft had a particular fondness for Farah, so the entire Silverfang pack treated her with extraordinary warmth.

Even though Farah’s pack had declined and was no longer considered part of the upper class, her grandfather still held prestige in political circles. Besides, Farah had a high probability of producing Alpha offspring, so even if she was of common descent, she was still sought after by powerful packs.

If Zvonimir hadn’t insisted on mating with her back then, perhaps Farah would now be the future Luna of the Silverfang pack’s Alpha heir.

Haha, clearly Zvonimir had been infatuated with her beauty, pursuing her and claiming her as his mate, yet now he and his pack acted as though she had forced him into the mating bond.

The more Rishima thought about it, the more she felt that the past three years had been nothing but a joke to the Silverfang pack. She couldn’t help but mock herself: "Alright, Zvonimir, from now on I will definitely behave, and I will make sure to never appear before any of you again."

Perhaps her tone was too disheartened, as Zvonimir hesitated before saying, "You don’t have to be like this..."

Rishima pushed his hand away, suppressing the pain in her body as she walked forward.

Zvonimir furrowed his brow, staring at her retreating figure, sensing something off about her today but unable to pinpoint what... It felt as if something was missing from her.

Farah noticed Zvonimir’s attention on Rishima and immediately clung tightly to his arm. "Zvonimir, I feel a bit dizzy, let’s go inside."

Zvonimir seemed not to hear her, still staring at Rishima.

Suddenly, he let go of Farah, striding forward and grabbing Rishima’s shoulder.

Rishima didn’t have time to react, only feeling the collar of her shirt being pulled down, the pain in her neck excruciating. Then she heard Zvonimir roar, "What happened to your neck? Where is my mark?"

Rishima turned around, looking at Zvonimir angrily questioning her. She found it somewhat amusing and coldly said, "As you can see, I've had your mark removed."

"Who gave you permission to remove it?" Zvonimir gritted his teeth, his dark eyes full of menace, his large hand gripping the back of Rishima’s neck as if he might snap her fragile neck in the next second.

Rishima didn’t pay any attention to him, merely smiling. Her pale face instantly looked a little more vibrant, appearing both beautiful and slightly delicate.

Zvonimir was taken aback, his hand loosening slightly. The delicate skin under his palm made him unwilling to let go.

Then he heard Rishima say, "What does it have to do with you? My body is mine, I can do whatever I want with it. What right do you have to control my body? Dear Alpha, even if you are an Alpha, that doesn’t give you the right to control someone else's body."

This statement was indeed a provocation!

The anger that had subsided within Zvonimir flared up again. He roared furiously, "You are my mate! You cannot remove the mark without my permission!"

Rishima sneered, "Do you want to take another look at the severed bond papers? Haha, look over there, your little sister is waiting for you. Aren’t you afraid she’ll be heartbroken seeing you tangled up with your ex-mate?"

Rishima emphasized the words ‘ex-mate’ as a warning to Zvonimir, but he ignored her. His ink-black eyes stared fixedly at her, and his hand at the back of her neck slowly tightened, as if he really intended to strangle her.

Alphas were born with an overwhelming sense of possessiveness, and Zvonimir was no exception.

In his mind, if he had marked her, she would belong to him forever, bond severed or not—she was still his!

Zvonimir imagined the scene of Rishima, after removing his mark, being intimate with another male wolf, even allowing him to mark her neck again... The mere thought made Zvonimir feel murderous!

An invisible aura of Alpha dominance emanated from Zvonimir, instinctively compelling an female wolf like Rishima to kneel and submit to him.

It was a natural instinct.

In the past, when Zvonimir exuded his Alpha's dominant scent, marking his dominance over his mate, Rishima would have considered it a marital pleasure. But now, Rishima only felt humiliation, her face even paler than before. Yet she still provoked Zvonimir, "Zvonimir, do you still love me? Is that why you want me to keep your mark as proof…"

As expected, Zvonimir, enraged by shame, quickly pulled his hand away from her as if he'd touched something utterly disgusting. "Damn it, stop deluding yourself! I've been sick of you for a long time!"

The Alpha leader of Ashcroft Corporation, the future Alpha heir of the Silverfang pack, was now swearing and cursing. It was clear that Rishima's words had provoked him to the point of losing all reason.

But that wasn't enough. In his eyes, Rishima was too hateful, and he couldn't let her continue to feel superior.

Zvonimir spitefully continued, "So what if you erased my mark? Does it even matter? I'll be here waiting to see if any other male wolf would want to mark a female wolf like you who can't bear wolf cubs. Or maybe, when mating season comes, and the male wolves can't find a female wolf to mate with, they’ll gang up and rape you. Without the mark of a strong male wolf like me, let's see how you fight off those crazed male wolves then!"

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