Scarlett

I held his hair in my fists, ignoring the fact that it might hurt him. He had hurt me enough not to question the pain I was giving to him. 

His tongue drew circles between my collarbone and shoulder, in a manner to play with my marking spot which made me wonder what was resisting him to mark me.

The excuse he gave me for his irrational acts and thoughts was a bit correct but I didn't want him to take me for granted or as a possession.

Being an Alpha had its own fine share of bad traits, and being possessive was one of them. Though I didn’t...