Raven didn’t want to strip. If they had sex, he’d know they were mates. Luckily, Alpha Jones hadn’t wanted to find her until now. She lucked out again when he had shown no interest in knowing her. Her name only padded his pack roster when a census happened, and it helped him keep his seat on the Toronto Council of Alphas. Here he was now, crowding her into the enormous shower, commanding her to stand exposed before him. Alpha Jones didn’t trust her. Nor did she trust him. He’d stripped her of more than her clothes and in a few hours, he’d make it known to everyone that he’d stripped her of her personhood, too. Then, she’d be no different from a dog or cat. The pack would have no use for. He’d controlled her every move, and she couldn’t say no to him. Or anyone he gave control of her to. So far, he’d insisted only he could touch her. But she’d heard stories of pets turned into sexual party favors by other Alphas. Used by the guests to pleasure themse
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