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Hating my mate

What do you do when your mate turns out to be the Alpha of the pack you and your people have lived to hate? Blue Blood pack and Blacktooth Guardians pack have never been on good terms ever! Arya, the daughter of the Alpha of Blue Blood pack has never desired anything in her life. She always gets everything she wants, in her way, until the day she strays into Logan's territory. He is a ruthless and arrogant ruler that has made Blacktooth Guardians the strongest pack in the entire land. He doesn't compromise with anyone who dares to meddle with his pack, especially intruders. But something, he can't understand changes his way of seeing things when Arya is brought into his eyes. Arya is beautiful, flawless and she is his mate, and he has all the intentions of making her his. He is determined on keeping her against his own consciousness, his pack and his fellow leaders, against the entire Blue Blood pack, and even against her own will! It's a mixture of strong emotions; love and hate that sets off an explosion of events that leaves them reeling. With shock. With truth. With desire.

annaatuha · Fantasi
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55 Chs

Chapter Forty One

Arya

"I want to make your dreams come true," Logan whispers into my ear while carrying me into the bedroom.

Placing me on the bed, he climbs up and hovers over me. He unwraps the towel off me like a child unwrapping his Christmas gift.

I lean my head on a pillow and tentatively place my hand on the soft patch of hair over his sternum.

His strangled moan arouses me like nothing else.

He buries his head in my neck, kissing and sucking and biting me, before trailing his nose up my chin and kissing me, his tongue possessing my mouth, his hands moving over my body once more. His lips move down... down... down to my breasts, worshipping as they go, and my hands stay on his shoulders and his back, enjoying the flex and ripple of his finely honed muscles, his skin still damp from the shower. His lips close over my nipple, pulling and tugging so that it rises to greet his glorious skilled mouth.

I groan and run my fingernails across his back. And he gasps a strangled moan.