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regretted what she said.
     
    “Allison, listen to me,” Michael said, leaning forward and placing his hands on the arms of the chair. “This isn’t what we wanted to happen. If we could change it… if I could change it, I would. But we had to save you. There was no 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,