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“You're mine, Val. Nothing is going to happen.” He voiced out coldly, his eyes sweeping over my wet face. But his words alone were not enough.

It was a claim. A status of ownership.

It wasn't assuring one bit.

 “I am being threatened, Ryker, and I am not yours!” I placed my palm over my forehead, pacing around the corner.

We were far away from the pack. Far away from the Alpha and the slave building. I had to take the risk of going to look for him in the field where he was ...