Love or Obsession
Williams’ POV
The lines echoed in my head like I had just been run over by the words on the letter.
Williams,
Due to the relationship your father had with Alpha Steve Othello, I have decided to arrange your marriage to his daughter, Anya as your appointed Luna. I believe it would be a beneficial alliance for both packs involved. A formal meeting will be held next week to discuss the details.
Signed,
The Alpha King.
My blood ran cold. A marriage? To the woman who had tried to seduce me earlier? Just thinking about it made me nauseous. It is true our union would benefit our packs but I'm not about to be pushed into something I don't want.
I felt a surge of anger and frustration. How could the Alpha King do this to me? This was betrayal, a complete disregard for my feelings and I'm not about to stand by and let it happen.
And then, I thought about Cleopatra. She had avoided me, she had seemed distant. Was this why? Had she heard about the arranged marriage?
I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. I couldn't let this happen. I couldn't marry Anya. I couldn't lose Cleopatra. But she's not mine. What if I give up this huge opportunity and she finally finds her mate?
But that thought didn't stop my outburst. “I am not getting married to your daughter, Alpha Steve. And that is final,” I said coldly. “Now if you will excuse me, I've got a lover to catch,” I added and walked away in search of Cleopatra.
I could hear Anya whining in tears and her father reassuring her not to worry as I walked further away from them.
Could she be in her room? With that thought in my head, I raced through the hallways. The anger I felt towards the Alpha King and the irritation towards Anya pulsed through me, but something else gripped me tighter—fear. Fear that I would never have Cleopatra in my arms.
Just the thought caused my wolf pain and he began snarling within me, itching to be let out. What if Cleopatra heard it and was planning on leaving for good? The thought alone made my steps faster.
I reached her door, breath heavy and uneven, and without thinking, I threw it open. I couldn't bear to knock or wait for her to answer.
When I got in, she was on the bed, her back to me. Her posture was tense and unmoving as I approached her, closing the door behind me.
“Cleopatra…” I breathed, stepping closer but she didn't turn around. She didn't acknowledge my presence and at that moment, I felt small. It made me so furious that I would feel that way towards someone who wasn't even my mate.
“I know you heard what was said, but you need to understand something,” I stated, trying to keep my voice calm and in control. “I had no hand in it. I've never thought of marrying Anya even for…”
Her shoulders stiffened at my words, but she still wouldn't turn around. “Marriage?” she whispered quietly and my heart skipped.
She didn't Know?
“Well it doesn't matter Alpha Williams. I don't belong to you and you're not mine to claim in the first place,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Her words stung. More than I would ever want to admit. I reached her and knelt in front of her, grabbing her thighs possessively. My eyes widened when I saw what she was doing.
“Why are you picking your bags?” I demanded angrily.
“I don't belong here. And good thing I decided to go back to my pack. I wouldn't want your fiancée to misunderstand,” she said and continued folding her clothes into a duffel bag.
“You belong here, Cleopatra. You've been missing all week and now you're back, you want to leave?” I got up and started pacing around the room anxiously. “For fuck sake I'm not letting you go and the faster that registers in your mind, the better.”
“You don't own me. You can't keep me here, my Alpha wants me to come back,” she replied. Her eyes never met mine for once since I got in and that is beginning to piss me off.
I pinned her to the bed, my hand fastened around her neck possessively. “I own you Cleopatra and I am not letting you go. Even if it means tying you up in my room,” I growled, my voice low and firm, surprising even myself.
I swear that wasn't me, my wolf must have taken over.
She struggled to get away but my grip on her hand was tighter, keeping her pinned to the bed while I was on top of her.
Just as I was reaching down for her lips, my phone rang, annoying the fuck out of me. “What is it Renee?” I lashed out into the phone unintentionally.
“Everyone is waiting for what to do next?” She said, a bit taken aback at the tone of my voice.
“Take care of the rest. I've retired for the night,” I said and cut the call.
I looked back down at Cleopatra while she still struggled to get out of my grip. I fought my wolf, pushing him back as he was threatening to mark Cleopatra.
She was struggling to get out of my grip and I was struggling to control my wolf from marking her.
“Just let me go,” she whispered in a soft voice.
“Never,” I growled and with that I captured her lips.
Could I ever let her go?
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