Donika’s POV

“Test your limits?” I scoffed in his face angrily while trying to tug my arms out of his grip, but his grip didn’t loosen. If anything, his fingers dug harder into my arms. “Let go of me. I didn’t agree to any of this, and I’m leaving your pack.”

“You’re not leaving,” he said calmly while holding me in place.

I pushed against his chest. “You can’t just…”

“I can. And I will.” His eyes locked on mine. “You’re my mate, Donika. That bond ...