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other option.”
    Allison softened slightly. “Alright, I get
it,” she relented.
    “So no more escape attempts?” he asked.
    “No more escape attempts,” she mumbled.
    “Good,” Michael said. “Then I will leave you
unshackled, but you’ll still have to be guarded twenty-four hours a
day.”
    “You can trust me, Michael,” she implored.
“I’m not going to run away again.”
    “That may be true, but we still have your
safety to worry about,” he argued. “The other pack isn’t likely to
give you up without a fight.”
    “What? You mean, they could seriously still
come for me?” she gasped.
    “They could, and mostly likely will,” he
said seriously. “Now it isn’t just you at stake, but also their
honor. They will feel we’ve dishonored them by stealing you from
them.”
    “And what will they do to me if they get
me?” she asked nervously.
    “In all likelihood, they will force you to
submit to them,” Michael said. “And if you do not, they will kill
you. They may kill you even if you do.”
    “How is that any different from what you
said you were going to do?” she challenged him.
    “We will not make it painful for you,”
Michael said. “In fact, in time, you may even come to enjoy
it.”
    “I wouldn’t bet on it,” she muttered,
scoffing and looking away.
    Michael chuckled. “Perhaps not,” he said.
“But we shall see.”
    She narrowed her eyes and glared at him.
    “What can we do to make your stay more
pleasant?” he asked.
    “How about removing this shackle for
starters?” she asked.
    “Of course,” he said, and he removed a key
from a chain around his neck and unlocked it.
    Allison rubbed her ankle, which was quiet
sore from the heavy metal that had been rubbing against it. She
noticed the smell of frying bacon wafting in from the kitchen and
she felt a twinge of guilt for tricking Logan, and for getting him
into trouble.
    “You were awfully hard on Logan,” she
commented.
    “That is not your concern,” Michael
spat.
    “I beg to differ,” Allison argued. “If I am
to be your mate, then don’t I have a say in anything?”
    “Not in this,” he said.
    “Why not?”
    “Because I am the Alpha, and I said so!”
    “If you ever expect me to comply willingly,
then I don’t accept that!” she argued.
    “Whether you comply willingly or not is of
no consequence,” Michael said firmly.
    “I thought you didn’t want to hurt me,”
Allison said.
    “I don’t, but I will not have a woman making demands of me and undermining my authority!” he shouted.
    “Oooh, listen to the big, bad man yelling at
the poor, defenseless woman,” she spat at him. “Boy, you think
being Alpha really makes you something special, huh? It sure takes
a big man to kidnap a woman, hold her hostage, and tell her she has
to submit to you or die!”
    “I don’t want it to be this way!”
Michael insisted.
    “So you keep saying, but you’re not doing
anything about it!” Allison shouted.
    “You just don’t understand,” Michael
argued.
    “No, I certainly don’t,” she snapped.
    Allison crossed her arms defiantly in front
of her and threw her head back, thrusting her nose into the
air.
    Michael sighed heavily, standing up and
moving across the room to plunk himself heavily into a dusty old
armchair in the corner of the room. He, too crossed his arms in
front of him, and he glared at Allison from across the room.
    A little while later, Logan sheepishly
entered the room carrying a tray of food. He’d brought Allison
several slices of well-done bacon, a croissant, some fruit, and a
glass of fresh squeezed orange juice.
    “Wow, thank you, Logan,” she gushed. “At
least some of you have some manners.”
    Logan blushed. Behind her, Michael gritted
his teeth, but he said nothing. Allison quickly ate her breakfast,
even managing to choke down the nearly black bacon lest she hurt
Logan’s feelings.
    “Is there anything I can bring you to do?”
Logan asked. “I know you must be getting