Chapter 10 Nancy's POV

I almost chuckled as I cast my eyes across the bed in front of me. Anderson could not possibly be serious. My attention shifted to the hottie giggling carelessly against the pillows, appearing unconcerned. I declared obstinately, "I'm not sharing this bed with you." He shrugged his shoulders and stretched out his limbs, formally occupying the majority of the mattress. I'm happy he found the humor in it.

He said heartlessly, "Well then, princess, you better make yourself a bed on the floor," and cocked his arm up so his head could rest on his palm. He confidently cocked his head to the right as if to say, "What will it be?" I swear I felt a connection with Anderson just minutes earlier; in fact, I admit I even felt a little sorry for him. However, as we stared at one another, all symptoms of worry vanished.

How on earth could my wolf ever desire a companion like him? In addition to being unpleasant, egotistical, and possessive, Anderson was not the right person for me, and his lack of genuine concern for me demonstrated as much. I won't be sleeping on the ground! You should sleep on the floor! His turquoise pools took over me from head to toe and playful danced around while they examined every inch of me as I shrieked in horror at his offer. It wasn't that I thought I was too fine to sleep on the floor; rather, it was that I refused to do so and gave him the freedom to do as he pleased.

Anderson murmured, throwing his body back until he was resting flat on the covers. "Stop being such a high maintenance; you're my Luna, not the queen of the world." Any other wolf would consider their mate to be a queen, but not this Alpha.

I said forcefully, "I'm going to sleep with Morgan," since that was where I belonged. There was no way I could be comfortable in a home with a walking demon; therefore, it didn't matter where I slept; I doubt I would be able to sleep at all. The door banged shut before I could leave after I yanked it open. I quickly spun around and gave Anderson a homicidal glare, as I couldn't open the door due to Anderson's massive palm pressing down hard on it.

His eyes were filled with utter disgust as they once again focused on me. His muscular chest was heaving up and down rapidly as he scowled at me. He commanded, giving out a small rumbling growl in keeping with his position as Alpha, "You will never sleep near him." He seemed to think that because he claimed me and was in charge of a pack, I would submit to him and do as he asked. That is not how I would make it.

I snapped back, folding my arms over my chest in an obstinate, petulant fashion. "You are not the boss." I glared at him, feeling like a child having a temper tantrum. His well-defined arm was still keeping the door closed, giving me a clear view of his muscles as they tensed up in response to my remarks.

"I'm your Alpha!" In an effort to scare me into thinking more clearly, he shouted with authority. I knew I was really pushing him to the edge because the veins in his neck swelled as he yelled, but I didn't let my fear stop me. At this point, what else could he possibly do to me?

I swore fiercely, "You're nothing to me," as his hand swiftly shifted from its place on the door to make a hard connection with my upper arm. He effortlessly dragged my body across the room until we were close enough to the bed for him to throw me back on it. I attempted to leap to my feet and flee, but Anderson quickly positioned himself on me once more.

"Get off!" He carefully bent down until his face was just inches away from mine, lowering his eyebrows to conceal his eyes as he split his lips to reveal the ends of his amazing fangs. I screamed as he trapped my hands above my head.

While lowering himself, he took care not to completely crush me but was still strong enough to keep me in place. "There, Nancy, is where you're mistaken. I am everything to you, and you will obey me in any case," Anderson grinned as he said and as I struggled to free myself from his firm grip. I yelled to his wolf, "Morgan," but he ignored me once more.

"Are you threatening me?" I screamed and stopped moving in the hopes that he would loosen his hold on me. It wasn't to be.

He acknowledged, "You're damn right, I am," disregarding his ability to be charming or nice as he destroyed my life. As Anderson tore his body from mine, he commanded, arching his broad brows with skepticism. However, I was still in trouble because his arm swung out and grasped my waist. As he covered us with his blanket, he squeezed my body tightly against him, forcing every curve of my backside to embrace him.

I firmly grasped his forearm, which had been holding me, and pushed it down with all of my might. I started scratching at his skin as a last-ditch effort to get him off of me after that failed. I simply exhaled a big, exaggerated sigh when he continued to stand his ground. I wanted to cry and hide in a corner with my body curled up. For the third time tonight, I said, "I hate you," as he pressed his practically nude body against mine, looking pleased with himself.

"I love you too, princess."

For the sheer reason that I did not want Anderson to believe he had won by forcing me to go to sleep, I made an effort to appear severe and stay awake the entire night. But before I knew it, my body was aching from all the events of the day, my eyelids were getting heavy, and, oddly, I was at ease. My eyes started to flicker in a matter of seconds, and my

strategy was quickly abandoned.