Claimed By The Cursed Alpha

ONA

as much as it fucking aches me to have left her side, it's fucking

o was add a clause and send over the soft copy for printing. I glance through it the s

from his nose. Even though it's been up to thirty minu

think I'm going to let you walk away scot-free... I'm not, and you know I do

e paper. The broken table has alr

hand on his desk as hard as I can. "You should know better than to fuck with me, Warren. Fucking sign it... You should be lucky that I don'

htens as he grabs the pen

, fold it once, and tu

he contract states you leave her alone. You don't contact her, or send anyone to contact her either... And if anything happe

t, and I smirk. If only he knew half of his assets are g

er filth he has... I wonder wher

"Have her things ready, w

," he remarks, a tinge o

scum? And I'm damn sure that today's treatment woul

oesn't have a fucking cloth aside from the one she's putting on?" I'm already losing my temper at how

nd a petite lady with aubu

"Alpha Ronan... I hear you've already taken a liking to your new bride. Hope

up for insulting ou

ignoring her coy attenti

id she was your s

immediately. Something is indeed very fishy. From the simil

he says, recovering fast, her smile sliding back into place like a mask she's practiced

intensely, which she takes f

as mute as a stone, and before you ask, she has no wolf either. And what's worse is that she's come of age. She's eighteen. eighteen years old, and nothing." She laughs in a mocking tone. "We've tr

roat out,"

oug

om like a blade hitting stone.

n to

I say it quietly. "Now.

, finally finding a spine when

ly trying

, and her mouth snaps shut, h

at her f

What comes out of your mouth about my bride is no longer you

ed in her eyes as she immediately sc

and must have made he

kn

t. "You can keep her stuff. She's not

finally mindlinking Ni