Alpha's STOLEN Mate (by Abigail Hayes) novel Chapter 64

Chapter 64

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Despite the intoxicating herbs clouding my judgment, I forced myself to maintain what little control I had left. Clutching the towel

tighter around my body, I lifted my chin defiantly.

“Get me some clothes,” I demanded, my voice shakier than I wanted it to be. “And for God’s sake, put something on yourself!”

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Kaius’s laugh was rich with dark amusement. “Yes, exactly that expression,” he said, his storm–gray eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “I can

see how much you want me, even while you’re trying to resist.”

He gestured casually toward the massive bed, where several garments lay draped across the silk covers.

I fled from him like he was on fire, practically diving toward the bed to grab the clothes. But as my hands closed around the fabric, my

heart sank.

Every piece was unmistakably his–shirts that would smell like sandalwood and winter pine, clothes that would mark me with his scent as

surely as any physical claiming.

Oh, fuck. This is all part of his plan.

The realization hit me like cold water, cutting through some of the herb–induced haze. The intoxicating room, the lack of my own clothes, even the timing–it was all calculated. He was trying to force me into submission one step at a time, starting with making me wear his clothes, saturating myself in his scent until resistance became impossible.

I dropped the garments like they were poisonous snakes, shaking my head violently.

‘I’m not wearing your clothes,” I snarled, backing toward the bathroom. “I’d rather put on my old things.”

Kaius’s expression shifted from amusement to irritation. “Your clothes reek of dungeon and fear. You can’t seriously prefer that.”

‘I don’t care if they smell like a corpse,” I shot back, reaching for the bathroom door. “I’m not wearing anything that belongs to you.”

Before I could escape, his hand shot out and grabbed my wrist, yanking me back with enough force to make me stumble. The casual display of strength was a stark reminder of how helpless I truly was.

“Tonight is when I mark you,” he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “I’d prefer not to move up the timeline, but you’re testing my patience. You know I could claim you right now if I wanted to.”

The threat sent ice through my veins, but it also sparked something fiercer–pure, undiluted rage at his presumption.

“Fuck you!” I spat, trying to wrench my arm free.

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Chapter 64

In one swift motion, he yanked the towel away from my body, leaving me completely exposed. Instinctively, I moved to cover myself, but

he held out one of his shirts with his free hand.

“Put it on,” he commanded, his tone brooking no argument. “You don’t have any other choice.”

The casual way he’d stripped away my only protection, the arrogant assumption that I’d simply obey–it pushed me past the breaking

point.

God! Fine! You want to force me? I’ll show you what real defiance looks like.

Instead of covering myself or grabbing for the shirt, I did the last thing he expected. I dropped my hands to my sides and smiled.

“You’re right,” I said with sweet sarcasm. “I don’t have another choice. So I choose to wear nothing at all.”

At the same time, I reached deep into my core and activated every ability I possessed. My scent vanished completely, suppressed so thoroughly that even I couldn’t detect it. The connection to my wolf went dark, hidden behind walls of pure will.

Kaius went rigid, his nostrils flaring as he searched for traces of what had just disappeared.

“Where’s your wolf?” he demanded, his voice sharp with anger and confusion.

My smile turned razor–sharp. “I don’t want you to feel her anymore.”

Something snapped in his expression. He grabbed me by the shoulders and hauled me toward the bed, his control finally cracking.

“Why do you insist on fighting me at every turn?” he snarled, his grip tight enough to bruise.

I met his furious gaze without flinching, “Because I want you to understand one simple fact: I will never be yours.”