Chapter 7 Nancy's POV

Anderson let out a long, gasping groan after observing our connection. As the seconds passed, Anderson dismissively said, "Well, you no longer have one of those," growing dangerously irritated with us.

I gave up debating and attempted to explain so he would realize Morgan was still my mate. I told Anderson, "He's still my mate... I can feel it when I kiss him," but Anderson tensed as if he didn't believe me. "You are marking me; that doesn't change the fact that Morgan was made for me and I was made for him."

He argued back obstinately, "Yes, it does," as his nostrils dilated from his rapid breathing. "Like it or not, you're mine, Nancy, not his, not your own, no one's but mine!" I could tell he wasn't joking when he growled loudly, and because I was already in the room, I could do nothing to change the fact that I was under his authority. "You've seen for yourself that he can't change the fact that you've been marked, so give it up." My wolf continued to believe him more and more as he went on.

I spat, challengingly leaning up on my elbows, "I don't care if he can't mark over you; I'll do whatever it takes to break our bond." He tightened his jaw and strained as he realized what I was suggesting. His soulless eyes were burning into mine, attempting to increase my level of fear in the belief that this would be enough to influence the outcome.

"No, you won't." The veins along his arms started to protrude as his annoyance increased. He demanded, his hands balled up firmly at his sides.

"I hate you!" I yelled, and he quickly sprang up, dragging my body out from under Morgan's and sending him to the side. He slung me over his shoulders with minimal effort, obviously unconcerned by my attempt to retaliate and free myself. His statements got more and more obvious as I struggled to get away from him. He was superior to Morgan and myself combined in strength, possessed the ranking, and had a claim over me.

"Anderson!" As he leaped off the ground and raced toward us, Morgan exclaimed in a low, irate voice. His skin was immediately covered by dark fur that appeared to belong to his wolf, and he started to poke through it.

My wolf begged me not to fight him, but I punched him in the back. How could she possibly love him? He wasn't picked for her; instead, he took-nay, stole-us!

Morgan, if you do not stop talking, I will expel you from our pack, I swear to God. What has been done is done. I continued to punch his behind while he shouted in reaction, which just made his hold on me tighter and sent a sharp agony through my already sore body.

"I hate you!" I whined as I repeatedly punched him without considering the repercussions. It was actual. Anderson harmed it all.

"Stop saying that!" He demanded, forcing his razor-sharp claws into the skin of my thighs. I squealed as he slammed the door to his bedroom, sending a sinister reverberation through the quiet room. He easily flung my body while flipping me back over. I drew my legs up to protect myself from what was coming, which turned out to be a bed. He growled and pushed himself on top of me, saying, "I'm your mate and your Alpha now, and you will respect me." My wrists were grabbed by his strong hands, and I was lifted up by my arms. Both of us were unwilling to back down, as my eyes narrowed as they locked on his'.

He soon softened, giving me a glimpse of vulnerability, and I promised, "I will never forgive you," but he swiftly covered it up with an expression devoid of feeling.

"I don't give a damn if you forgive me; you're going to do what I say when I say it. Got it?" He growled menacingly as I nodded and allowed my terror to take control as I observed the gravity in his eyes. "From now on, you and Morgan will not be alone until your bond is broken."

"You can't do that!" He continued to tighten his grip while tightening the pressure on my wrists, and I sobbed as he did so.

I will, and I can. The sooner you recognize that he is no longer your partner, the better. He told me in a strong voice as he sprang off of me, but not before his core touched mine, and I let out an involuntary groan. Once it had, he turned back to me with lust-filled eyes, as though his wolf shared my yearning.

And you try to pretend like your wolf doesn't want mine, Anderson mocked, cockily tilting his head to one side. He then jerked my body sideways while holding onto my hips until I was facing him. He kneeled and said huskily, "Now I have no doubt that she does," bringing us back to eye level. Although it wasn't a challenge, this stare his telling windows lost their blackness as a recognizable turquoise tint took hold. They gave him life and personality right away. They twinkled as though to prod me to ratify my wolf's desires.

He immediately pushed my body away as if he found me repulsive after I said angrily, "She might, but I never will." Anderson was not for me, and he was by far the most egotistical, self-centered Alpha I had ever met. I could never want a man like him.

Anderson promised as he stood up and left the room, "You will, Nancy, and that's a promise." I immediately jumped up as I heard a clicking sound and started looking for a way out. I had to leave this place. I had to return to my pack because I knew they could assist me.

The voice of "Nancy" Morgan resounded over our mental link. I was relieved to hear from him, but it only served to confirm Anderson's assessment of my new role in the pack. I don't even know what pack I became a part of, but I was suddenly able to telepathically speak with Morgan.

Anderson was mistaken about one thing, though: what he believes to be finished is not finished. I will never be his.