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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.

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Chapter Twenty six

Arya

In front of Logan's mansion, I feel oddly at home, perhaps because I have been here a good number of times, and I have experienced my first and best fantasies in this house.

Logan gets a hold of my arm and leads me into the house. We are welcomed by a servant who Logan ignores.

"Sir, welcome home, sir. Dinner-" he dashes past her like she were invisible.

For a second I feel bad for her, but then the feeling is replaced by a fat pride that my mate won't look at another female.

Logan literally drags me upstairs because he is going too fast I can't keep up his pace. Realizing this, he heaves me up in a blink and I am on his hips, my legs wrapped around his waist. A huge grin covers my face.

Kicking the door to the bedroom open, we get in. He places me on the table in front of a large portrait of a dark wolf, like Logan's but with burning hazel eyes.

"Who is that?" I ask while he gets his jacket off.