Chapter 41

Golden eagle was the pack I was born into twenty years ago and at the mere age of sixteen, I left and turned into a rogue. When Martin suggested that I became a part of his pack, my thoughts were whirling and I was shaking from the inside. The fear gnawed at my spine.

Not once, in all those four years I thought of become a member of a pack.

I had my own reasons, I hated bending to an Alpha, listening to them and obeying to their rules. Females wolves were always endangered, whether in pack or not, they were only used for breeding usually forced.

I didn't want to repeat history again.

"No rules," I said to Martin.

"Not that you're going to respect any of them.," He gave me a cocky smile.

"You're not going to demand me,"

Demanding in bed was understandable but outside, away from the bedroom, never.

He let out a chuckle, "No, it's better if you kill me and become an Alpha, this way you don't have to listen or entertain me." It was pure sarcasm but I wasn't joking.

"Stop. It's not a joke.