While thinking about her options, Marcy steeled her resolve.
"Accept the rejection."
George's expression frosted. "Do you think it will be that easy to get rid of me?"
"This… us… is not possible.", Marcy tried to reason with him. "My father won't allow it. Both of us will be punished."
"How noble of you to care about my wellbeing.", George drawled. "Trust me, I don't need your concern. Besides, aren't you just thinking about not ruining your chances of becoming the Luna of the Dark Howlers pack? Instead of daydreaming about Alpha Damon, you should worry about the Moon Goddess punishing you for rejecting the mate bond. How can you think about another man when your mate is right in front of you, alive and kicking? Your wolf is probably getting weaker. Can you even shift?"
Marcy pressed her lips into a line. He was right. Her wolf was getting weaker, and Marcy was unable to shift.
"What about you? Your wolf should be weak also."
George cocked an eyebrow at Marcy. "My skills extend beyond what my wolf can offer. You see, I risked my life many times when facing enemies and it's not an exaggeration to say I'm lucky to be alive. What is my wolf in exchange for letting you experience the embarrassment when your future husband realizes that you are weak and useless? Alpha Damon will discard you, and your father will punish you, and I will be right there. Watching."
Panic swelled within Marcy. "You are doing this on purpose. You volunteered to accompany me to the Dark Howlers pack."
George didn't deny it. "Alpha mentioned that he needs someone for the job, and I suggested that it's better to send one capable person than a dozen of warriors because we don't want to arouse suspicion."
"You manipulated him.", Marcy said in disbelief. At first, Marcy guessed that it was Nora's doing to reduce the number of warriors who will watch over Marcy, but now she realized it was George.
George smirked. "You should worry about yourself, princess."
Marcy swallowed hard. What was that supposed to mean? "Are you threatening me?"
"How can a lowly servant dare to threaten his master?", George said sarcastically. "Your downfall will be looking down on people. I thought you are different, but you are just a pampered princess who doesn't know the value of hard work because you were born with a golden spoon in your mouth, and you never cared to look at the world around you. Even without a war on our hands, every warrior suffers through daily training, and even the worst performer from recruits under my care is worth more than you ever will be."
George's hostility was tangible and Marcy realized that her rejection hurt his ego. Is that why he didn't accept it? So that he can torture her? But isn't he torturing himself also? Before she could come up with something reasonable to say, George spoke again.
"I hear that Alpha Damon values his warriors and his Omegas equally. I wonder how long it will take him to see how ugly you are under that pretty face."
Marcy paled. "What will you do?"
"Me? Nothing. I will watch you as you self-destruct. I wonder how his mark will affect you, considering that you have a mate bond already."
Marcy was shocked. He had a point! "As long as our bond exists, harming me will harm you as well. Accept my rejection. It will be easier for both of us."
"You wanted to say, it will be easier for YOU.", George squeezed through his teeth. "I am used to the pain and denying myself what my heart desires. How about you, princess?"
George took a step closer to Marcy and Marcy thought that he looked like a mountain as he gazed at her from above and his smirk was unsettling.
"What's with your hostility toward Nora? I thought you were supposed to be best friends."
Marcy blinked in confusion. How did he know? It took her a moment to realize that he can feel her emotions. "Nothing."
"Was it because she was eyefucking me?", George asked mockingly. "How can you be jealous when a she-wolf is desiring a mate you rejected? Or is there more to it?"
Marcy pressed her lips into a line. There was no way she will tell him that Nora slept not only with Alpha Damon but with Alpha Edward also. And Marcy was jealous when Nora ogled at George. Everything was a mess and it was getting messier by the minute.
She needed an exit so that she can think! But first... "If my engagement fails, I will be punished, but what will happen to you if I disclose we are mates? Will you go against my father? Against your Alpha?"
George was not moved. "Your father can't defeat me. If he makes things difficult for me, I can always leave. With my skillset, any pack will be happy to take me in. I wonder if the same applies to you."
Marcy opened her mouth to retort, but then George's aura pressed on her, to prove his point, and Marcy ended up lowering her head in submission.
Wait! What the hell is this!? Marcy couldn't believe it.
Why was she submitting to him? She has Alpha blood running through her veins!
Beads of sweat formed on Marcy's forehead as she fought mightily to raise her head, just enough so that she can see him.
"I rejected you. Aren't you a prideful commander? How can you stand being close to me?"
"The more I hate you, the closer I want to be.", George squeezed through his teeth.
Marcy's heart tightened. He hates her? She rejected him, why would she care about his feelings? Ah, it must be her wolf.
What kind of a twisted situation was this? Her mate refused to accept her rejection, tying her to him, yet he obviously didn't have an intention to claim her as his. He hated her. Or did he?
Marcy remembered that she should be able to feel his emotions.
She focused on the pull that was getting stronger by the second, and there she felt anger, dejection, desire… yes! Desire!
Just how she was affected by his scent and the sparks of the touch, he was the same.
Marcy moved closer to George and he took a step back.
She smirked. "Are you afraid?"
The dangerous glint in George's eyes told Marcy that he accepted her challenge.
She took a step closer to him, and another, and then she placed her hand on his chest. The delightful sparks tingled her palm through the thin fabric of his t-shirt that did little to conceal his impressive physique.
"You don't hate me, George. You… AHH!"
Marcy shrieked when George grabbed her shoulders and pinned her back against the wall.
Before Marcy could recuperate, George's lips landed on hers and his tongue plundered her mouth mercilessly, dazing her within seconds as arousal overtook her senses.
The pull of the mate bond was undeniable and the only thing on Marcy's mind was to get closer to George. He smelled appetizing, and this flavor was even better. Mate.
Marcy wanted to hug him, but his hold on her shoulders was solid, preventing her from moving her arms and she moaned in protest.
His kiss was violent, not gentle at all, and Marcy felt her insides shuddering as all the sparks of their bond converged at her core.
The kiss stopped abruptly, just as it started, and Marcy was in a daze when she saw George looking at her mockingly.
"Worry about what I will do, princess. My emotions are not important because I am used to ignoring them. I wonder, what will Alpha Damon do if he finds out that you get so easily aroused by someone else?"
And with that, George left the storage house without looking back.
It took Marcy a minute to collect herself enough to leave the storehouse and drag herself back into her room.
Marcy plopped on her bed and cursed her terrible luck.
This was going from bad to worse and she had no idea how to stop this crazy ride.
Until half an hour ago, she thought that her biggest obstacle will be to win over Alpha Damon. Sure, she suspected that Nora might tag along, but only after Alpha Edward confirmed it did Marcy see Nora as a real annoyance.
Why was Nora coming? Was she trying to get into Alpha Damon's bed again?
Shouldn't Nora be satisfied with benefits from Alpha Edward? Surely, shagging an older guy must come with benefits, even if he is an Alpha.
Marcy was nauseated at this thought. Her father and Nora. Disgusting.
But now George was in the picture also. Her mate.
What the hell is his problem?
If George put his stupid pride aside and thought for a moment, he would realize that Marcy was right. There was no future for them other than a grim ending, and if George thought differently, he should take it on the Moon Goddess or on Alpha Edward, and not on Marcy!
Marcy was only thinking about surviving this until her chance to escape appears. Why was George treating her like she is the bad guy?
She believed that her trip to the Dark Howlers pack will be a way out because it would end in one of two ways. Either Marcy will cement her position as Damon's Luna, or she would escape the clutches of her father and this crazed society of werewolves.
Unfortunately, with George added to the mix, Marcy realized that her chances of failing at both increased exponentially.
This is a disaster!
