Chapter 6

　　Hope

　　Alpha Tate rips the cupboard door off and flings it across the room. He crouches down and stares at me.

　　‘What are you doing in here?’ He asks, pulling me out. I hit and whack him, and he frowns.

　　‘Feisty, I see,’ he says, and I land on the floor.

　　I stand, and try to run past him but he grabs me, and pulls me back.

　　‘You’re actually fun to play with. I have things I want to discuss with you,’ he says, scooping me up.

　　He carries me into his office, and kicks the door shut behind us. He sits in his chair, and holds me in his lap. He grabs my face, forcing me to stare at him. We remain silent and stare at each other.

　　He leans into me, presses his nose into my neck, and inhales my scent. He puts his hand on my lap, caressing my thigh. Stiffening, I recoil.

　　‘It's okay. Just relax. This will only hurt a moment,’ he whispers; his fangs protrude, as he is about to mark me. I punch and kick him and he lets out a vicious growl.