This wasn't a civilised understanding, people knew of what the Julius Alpha was, what he stood for, which wasn't anything but our strongest of clan leaders. He made the room deafening, silencing every single werewolf, every single lycanthrope. He had a pack to define his legacy, his teachings. Every member of his pack had their own personal skill set.
He was a God to everyone, but a monster to me.
Which is why I stood in front of him, his Beta, his Gamma, his Delta and personal Enforcers. I met his dark, platinum silver eyes, "I, Celestine Colton, refuse bonded selection with Martin Julius, Alpha of the Julius Clan." The words didn't strike my heart, I never wanted a husband, a partner like him. He saw the hate on my face, the disgust. Not one of his ranks moved, not one made an expression.
It wasn't until I screamed, falling to the floor in gut-wrenching, blood-curdling pain, blinding me as I stare down at the ink bleeding out and embedding itself in my skin, on the floor in front of him as he barely moves while whatever he's doing to me shows his dominance. The ink reddened and burned into my skin as I screamed louder, against my own Alpha, against every Alpha in the room watching as Alpha Julius squats in front of me.
The pain chokes against my lungs as I roll onto my back, I couldn't breathe as he whispers with an echo against every wall of the Royal courts, "I don't accept your rejection and therefore, you are now bound to me for all eternity."
His darkness consumed me not long after.
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