Chained By The Alpha Jessica Hall

"According to human laws, not werewolf ones, and the fact you're arguing with me over this shows your maturity," his words sting more than if he slapped me. Tears prick my eyes

He clicks his tongue and curses under his breath, realizing what he said. "I didn't mean it like that, I..." he reaches for me, but I pull away

He stands up, his muscles tensing, the struggle plain in his posture. "I think... Ineed to clear my head. I should check on the club and handle some things in the city."

"Go, then," I spit out, feeling the sting of tears in my eyes. "I wouldn't want you to be caught with jail bait." Not that I am, legally, I am an adult; it'

s just an unspoken law for she-wolves to wait until they have their wolves, a way of ensuring women remain pure while the men can do what they want. He knows it, and I know it. They say it's law, but it isn't written formally, and quite frankly, if I can vote on city stuff and within the pack councils, Iam a legal adult. Getting your wolf is kind of like hitting puberty, or in our case, adulthood, in a sense and 1s frowned upon since the exchange of fluids can influence she- wolves just like saliva can force a sire bond when healing, yet I never sired to Deacon, and now being with Zayn for the last few months, I know my feelings for him are real, so 1s it so wrong?

"Damn it, Cleo, that's not fair," he growls, the sound almost inhuman, his wolf clearly close to the surface

He turns toward the door, and I reach out,

grabbing his arm to stop him. But he spins around with such force that I release my grip, stepping back in shock. For a fleeting second, I see the wolf in him pushing forward, fighting for control

My hand shoots out to grab his arm, a desperate attempt to get him to stay. "Zayn, please "

But he spins around so fast, I lose my footing,

and it's not just Zayn who faces me it's Zarek too. His wolf is there, just beneath the surface, with silver eyes blazing with an intensity that

nearly knocks the breath from my lungs

"Let go, Cleo," he growls, the deep rumble resonating with a power that's both terrifying and enthralling

"Zayn..." The word escapes as a gasp, my fingers still clutched around his firm bicep, feeling the

tremors of the beast within him

He shakes his head, a shudder rippling through him, a battle unfolding before my eyes. "T can't stay. I'm struggling to keep control."

"Wait." My plea hangs between us, drenched in desperation

"No. It's better if I go. There's something I need to do anyway. I need to check on the club after the rogue attack." His voice is strained, coated with the effort of restraint

"Take me with you," I insist, the thought of being left behind adding another layer to the rejection already weighing me down

"Damn it, Cleo, I need to be away from you for a damn moment." He pulls away, and the absence of his touch feels like ice spreading through my

veins

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"If you want me to leave, just say it." I spit the words out, anger unfurling

"That's not it," he says, but the conviction I crave isn't there. "Right now, I can't trust myself around you, not with Zarek, this close to the edge, he marks you. There is no going back; I have already marked you. Isn't that enough until you get your wolf?"

"Fantastic." Bitterness taints my tone a cocktail of hurt and defiance. "So I'm to be punished because your wolf can't handle proximity?"

"Dammit, Cleo, it's not like that!" Frustration creases his brow. "I'm trying to protect you."All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"From what? From you?" My laugh is hollow and void of humor. "Or are you protecting

yourself from me?"

"Stop twisting my words!" He's shouting now, the walls echoing with the sound of his annoyance

"Fine!" The finality in my voice scares even me

"Go check your club. Do what you have to do." I wave him off, moving toward the bathroom to finish my shower

"Enough, Cleo. I get your wolf is close to coming forward, and it's making you unreasonably angry, but I have mine, and you're pushing his buttons." It's a warning wrapped in resignation, and it stings more than any rebuke

"Just go, Zayn," I tell him, and he moves toward the walk-in closet to get changed

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He pauses at the door, his silhouette a dark

reminder of everything we're on the brink of losing. Without another word, he walks out, and I'm left with the echo of our heated argument and the fear that this time, he will tell me to leave. The moment I hear the door slam shut downstairs, guilt and humiliation slam into me violently, and I wish I could take back everything I said

~Zayn~

The thumping bass of the club vibrates through me as I push my way through the sea of bodies

The club's neon lights are a pulsating heartbeat

My wolf, Zarek, snarls beneath my skin, restless, yearning to go back to our mate

"Zayn!" Vance's voice cuts through the noise as I reach the bar and order a drink. His dark hair is a stark contrast against the shimmering backdrop of our club. I nod at him, signaling to

talk in private. I down the drink in one go, feeling the burn trail down my throat, and the girl behind the bar slides me another one, and I head toward the VIP section upstairs, where my office 1s

We weave through the crowd to the quieter back office, the scent of musk and alcohol clinging to the air. Once the door shuts, the sound muffles into a distant throb

"You alright? You look furious," Vance says, leaning against the desk. The dim light casts shadows across his concerned face. "What happened?" he asks