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osing my vulnerability and making me the object of their cruel amusement. I could feel the tears streaming down my cheeks, hot and bitter against my skin. I wanted to disappear, to sink into the ground and never be seen again. But I knew that I couldn't let them see how much their words had hurt me, that I had to be strong and hold my head high, even in the face of their cruelty and disdain. So I forced myself to take a deep breath

ld be claiming me as his mate. It was impossible, a cruel joke that the universe had decided to play on me. But as I listened to the shocked whispers and murmurs of the other students, I knew that it was real, that this was actually happening. I could feel Noah's presence behind me, the heat of his body radiating against my back as he stood tall and proud, his voice ringing out w

imagined my mate to be someone kind and compassionate, someone who would love and accept me for who I was, blindness and all. But Noah was the opposite of everything I had ever wanted, a ruthless and arrogant alpha who seemed to take pleasure in the suffering of others. I couldn't fathom how the fates could have chosen him for me, how they could have decided that we were meant to be together. It was a bitter pill to

most powerful and feared alpha in the kingdom. It went against everything I had ever believed about myself, everything I had ever wanted for my life. I had always hoped to find love on my own terms, to build a relationship based on trust and mutual respect. But now, it seemed that fate had other plans for me, that I was destined to be tied to a man who represented everything I despised about the werewolf world. I could feel the t

e of protection, of possession, and I didn't know how to feel about it. On the one hand, I was grateful for his intervention, for the way he had stepped in and saved me from further humiliation. But on the other hand, I was terrified of what this meant for my future, for the life I had always imagined for myself. I had never wanted to be claimed as someone's mate, never wanted to be tied to another person in such a permanent and binding way. And yet, here

to be claimed as someone's mate, never wanted to be tied to another person in such a permanent and binding way. And yet, here I was, being dragged off the bus by the most powerful alpha in the kingdom, his words still ringing in my ears like a death knell. I could feel the eyes of the other students on us, their shock and disbelief palpable in the air. I knew that this moment would change everything, that my life would never be the same again. But I also knew

owerful alpha in the kingdom, his eyes fixed on the road ahead as he sped away from the school and into the unknown. I could feel the rumble of the engine beneath me, the rush of the wind against the windows as we hurtled forward at breakneck speed. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once, a roller coaster of emotions that I couldn't seem to control. I wanted to scream, to cry, to beg him to stop and let me out. But I

it. I wanted to push him away, to put some distance between us and regain some sense of control over the situation. But I was frozen in place, paralyzed by the weight of his words and the implications of what he was about to say. I had never been called Bella before, never had a nickname that felt so intimate and personal. And yet, somehow, coming from his lips, it felt right, like it had always been meant for me. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my breath coming in short,

I wanted to run, to escape this situation and go back to the life I had always known. But I knew that it was impossible, that there was no going back now that he had claimed me as his own. I could feel the tears burning behind my eyes, the lump forming in my throat as I tried to process the enormity of what was happening. I had always dreamed of finding love, of building a life with someone who truly understood and accepted me for who I was. But I had never imagined that it would hap

ght for. I was my own person, with my own thoughts and feelings and desires. I wasn't some object to be owned or controlled, some prize to be won and displayed like a trophy. I could feel the anger rising in me, the indignation at being treated like I was less than human. I wanted to scream, to lash out and tell him exactly what I thought of his caveman attitude. But I knew that it would be useless, that he was too strong and too determined to be swayed by my words. So I bit my tongue, swallowed my pr

ink that he had the right to control every aspect of my life. It was like something out of a bad romance novel, a cliché so overused and tired that it was almost laughable. But there was nothing funny about the situation I found myself in, nothing amusing about the way he seemed to think that he could dictate my every move and thought. I could feel the anger rising i

ine, eagerly shoving his tongue into my mouth, engaging me in an intense, passionate kiss. The kiss seemed to last an eternity, our tongues dancing and intertwining, exploring each other with fervent desire. After what felt like blissful minutes, he reluctantly pulled

as I tried to process what h