Mated To The Cold Hearted Alpha – Chapter 11

Hycinth

The feeling of being in his arms overwhelmed me, shocked my senses, rattled my brain and made a funny flicker of excitement run up and down my spine, right into my core.

I hated it. I hated what he did to me, what the bond did to me. Because I hated him.

er than I wanted to consider, pressing against my belly, was enough to make my Wolf wantonly moan. Her thoughts were cl

She flourished and came alive under his dominance.

, hated him.

troyed our mother and father…with his bare hands. And he’d demolished everything else until there was nothing left to

strong.

ecause I was in control. And there would be no molding us into whatever position he liked best, no matter how much she wanted it.

, dark. They drew me in, seductive and intense. I quickly realized I could get lost in his eyes. I could so easily lose myself forever in the heat

the cruel illusion the bond created. It was only a dream of blissful contentment. It wasn’t real. It never could be, not with him.

hs came shallow and low. He whispered softly, soothingly, “Shh, little mouse…no need to fig

pen in shock, not expecting gentleness. I knew how to deal with him when he was an a*s. It was much more difficult when he presented the illusion he cared. But I didn’t buy it. Not for one minute. However,

out speaking.

l. Will you sit down so we can talk?”

m me.

earest leather office chair.

th exertion. I wasn’t sure how long I was going to be able to sit without knowing where he was and protecting myself from him. I turned my head to glare and flashed my canines in warning.

flashing wicked intent. He was biding his time.

athing picked up.

His grin grew wider. I shifted toward the edge

lear

uding Dagger.

. “Except for Ever and Cyril.”

Cyril?!

lder man was Alpha Cyril!

better word. He and my father battled for many years.

e about that?” Dagger’s questioned.

oosebumps to flare on my arms.

ion. Any extra detail might help me find a way to escape. But his first question thoroughly stumped me.

go?”

r maybe, I’d had a momentary lapse of attention and missed something vital

d to his position, standing in front of his desk and casually lean

was serious.

nct question, so I gave him the short answer

ver once considered the possibility?”

tly.

pronounced, set deeper into the edges of his flawless jaw. He changed the subject. “What have you been doing during the l

job interview?”

t.”

swer. How did you find me, by the way?”

is desk and opened the top drawer. When he pulled out a small leather bound book, I inhaled sharply -it was my diary! My journal where I wrote all of my nonsense, little girl thoughts and where I drew pic

into my very being. I felt violated by the intrusion -that he would dare rest his eyes on something so personal.