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She could never
feel the mating urge, but she felt a strong connection to Brandon. But when he
found out she had lied to him, he would never want her. That thought made her
sad. Maybe, after it was all finished, she could make him see that she was
worth fighting for.
    She walked to the back of the
room and down the corridor away from the crowd but as she reached the door to
the ladies, she was grabbed hard by her arm and dragged outside. Before she
could scream, a large hand covered her mouth.
    ‘Don’t make a sound,’ the man
hissed. ‘Last thing I want is all those brothers come running out to save you.’
She felt the tears burning her eyes and she waited for the man she recognised
as Seth’s friend, Greg, to tell her why he had pulled her from the bar. ‘Marcus
told me to tell you that you have six weeks left to bring him one of the
brothers. I’ll be watching you closely for any signs of you trying to run or
ask for help from them pricks. Any time I see you doing something I don’t like,
I may decide to pay you a visit.’ He licked his tongue up and down the side of
her face, almost making her gag.
    He released her mouth, but held
her chin tightly in his hand. ‘Remember, I’m always watching you, so one word
that I’m helping Marcus and you’ll be sent straight back to your old
accommodation – and I’m sure Marcus will let us have a go once he’s finished
with you.’ Maggie shook with fear. ‘Don’t think I haven’t noticed you’re
smooching up to Brandon, who wants to mate you,’ Greg continued. ‘He usually
nails anything around, worse than any of the brothers, so don’t think you’re
anything special.’
    ‘I don’t believe you. Why would
you hurt your friends?’ Maggie didn’t want to hear about Brandon and other
women. She felt sick enough already.
    ‘Why? Because these bastards have
been ruling this pack for years, and what Marcus can give me is better than what
that bunch of self-righteous pricks can. He picked me because he knew his own
son wouldn’t be strong enough when he took over this pack.’ He spun her around
and pressed her against the wall. Maggie felt the breath being crushed out of
her. ‘Six weeks, Maggie, and not a word to anyone. You understand me? Marcus
doesn’t like to be disappointed.’ With that, he swung open the door and pushed
her back into the bar and walked towards his friends like nothing had happened.
    Maggie couldn’t move. Her legs
were shaking so much she was afraid she was going to crumble in a heap on the
floor. She put her hand to the wall and made her way to the bathroom to try and
calm herself before she headed back to the group. As much as she wanted to run
back to the house she was staying in, she knew she only had six weeks left to
make the connection. Greg had said that Brandon had wanted to mate her, but
what if he was wrong? Sweet, sexy Brandon, her mate? She couldn’t bring herself
to hope it was true, as she knew she didn’t deserve anything he could give her.
She was about to rip his family apart and he would never forgive her, ever.
    Once in the bathroom, she
splashed some cold water on her face to hide the tears that had leaked out and
stared straight into the mirror in front of her. She barely recognised the
woman staring back at her.
    ‘You’re a weak stupid fool,’ she
said to herself. ‘You’re going to wind up back where you belong.’ Her tears
fell again but, before she could straighten herself out, she heard the door
open and in walked Callie.
    ‘Hey, Maggie, you okay? Brandon
was getting worried.’ She looked at Maggie and saw the tear-stained face and
red marks on her arms. ‘Maggie, what happened?’ Callie rushed to her side.
    ‘Sorry, Callie, I’m fine,’
replied Maggie. ‘Someone just bumped into me and I hurt myself. I’m just
feeling sorry for myself.’ She smiled, hoping Callie bought her story. She was
the one person Maggie trusted and had started to form a bond with, and yet now she
stood before