Owned By The Possessive Alpha, Bounded To My Mate novel Chapter 2

DENISE

"Denise." Elena's voice made me turn as I saw she was standing at the door of the break room looking perfectly poised as usual.

My wolf whimpered inside me—the pathetic omega instincts that made me want to submit to her natural authority.

"Yes, Ms. Silvermoon?"

"I need help picking up a few things for the trip."

She handed me a handwritten list,

My eyes caught on the very first item on the list: contraceptives.

"Thank you. Keep this between us?" She winked, like we were girlfriends sharing secrets between ourselves, giggling.

I nodded taking the list from her, and left, without a change in my expression. Whatever she was looking for, I was going to make sure that she doesn't get it.

I was nineteen the first time with Dante. It was my birthday—the first birthday I'd ever really celebrated. He brought me flowers and a cake.

It was really the basic things but to me, an omega orphan who had never received anything or celebrated my birthday before, it felt like I was on top of the world.

And in response, I gave him everything that night. My virginity was his to claim, my body his to destroy, his name, permanent on my lips throughout that night. I really thought I had found my happily ever after.

What a fucking joke. Give a girl who grew up with nothing one cake and some flowers, and she'll hand you her whole heart.

Four years together, and I'd never once bought contraceptives. Dante didn't like them, so I took the pills instead. They made me sick, messed with my wolf, but I took them anyway because he wanted me to.

But for Elena? Of course he wouldn't make her take pills. Apparently that was too harsh on her precious alpha bloodline.

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On the drive to the airport, I stayed silent while they talked in the backseat.

"We're running late. Drive faster," Dante said, his eyes meeting mine in the rearmirror.

"Yes, Alpha." I said keeping my face blank and uninterested as I stepped on the accelerator and turned left on green.

A boy darted into the intersection—a werewolf pup who should've known better. I swerved hard to avoid him and crashed straight into the curb.

"Elena!" At the moment of impact, Dante threw himself over her, shielding her body with his, taking the hit with his body and making sure she wasn't hurt.

The driver's side took the worst of it. The airbag deployed, and the metal twisted on itself pinning me against the seat. My left leg was trapped, pain blurring everything.

"Dante..." Fear clawed at my throat, as I felt the subtle rise of the suffocating darkness. "Help me..."

I was terrified of being trapped. Of small spaces where I couldn't move, couldn't breathe.

Lyra had locked me in that crate during my first year at the academy. No matter how much I screamed or pounded on the wood, no one came to my rescue.

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