#Chapter 105 – Peace and War

Alyson Olivera has to drag me out of the packhouse, stowed away underground and letting out into the wild woods of the forest. I aim to pull free of his hands, gripped tightly around my arms and my hips, trying to maneuver me in every single way he desires. He is frustrated with me, and I find solace in making him mad. It makes me feel like I've won a war, even if it is a small one. "Cut it out," the rogue Alpha barks. He yanks me forward, catching me when I trip over his back heel. "I'm sick of your persistence, blood pet." I fight to break my wrists free, tearing my arms backwards but he somehow keeps his grasp tight. It pisses me off. I snap finally, kicking at his knee, resulting in me landing back into the grass, my dress riding up far too much on my hips. The rogues all stare intently now, circled around the sight of the shameless Luna. I look aside, forcing my dress hem down. "Leave her behind, Alpha, I'll take good c