Chapter 3

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Chapter 3

Nixon Edington

I was driving through roads that seemed emptier than the rest. Miranda had been complaining at first. She kept trying to escape, but I wasn’t letting her. It was hard to drive with her trying to let go of my hold. I overpowered her and she knew that.

After we drove for a while, she stopped talking. I looked at her, wondering if she had finally given up. I knew that I was driving and I shouldn’t get distracted. After staring at her, it was hard to look away. I couldn’t describe in words how beautiful she was.

Just making any contact with her soothed me. My wolf right now wanted one thing. He wanted to have her, but I suppressed the feeling. If she was fighting to get away from me, proposing that we mate would definitely be out of the question.

It confused me that she wasn’t recognizing who I was. Her wolf should be telling her that I’m her mate, but she wasn’t reacting to the bond.

The electric feeling coursing through my body from simply holding her hand was indescribable. I was bringing her with me because she was the enemy’s daughter. Her father was Craven Bonham. But most of all, I was bringing her with me because she was mine. I wanted nothing else but her and I was not about to leave her out of my sight.

When we arrived at the mansion I had rented out for the team, I discovered all of the men were still out. I was glad they weren’t there to greet us when we entered. I didn’t want anyone wondering why I was bringing a girl. Or worse, for them to find out she was Craven’s daughter.

“Stay here, I’ll open your door right now,” I warned her. Miranda was staring out the window and didn’t even bother to turn and look at me.

“I hope you can handle yourself Wolf,” she said, her voice sounding bored. I didn’t understand her. How could she be so naïve about everything we stand for? She should know that I’m her mate.

“Just stay in the car,” I told her while I got out. I slowly walked to her side, hoping she wouldn’t fight me. I could easily restrain her, but I didn’t want to get to that point.

I opened the door from her side, expecting her to jump out and try to run away. Surprisingly, she didn’t even move.

“You can get out,” I told her, standing next to the door and holding my hand out for her to take.

“Can I stay here in the car? If I’m your prisoner, might as well and stay in the car and suffer the pain,” she said, crossing her arms on her chest and pretending to get comfortable.

I narrowed my eyes, but didn’t add anything else. She was being complicated. I shouldn’t have expected anything less from a Rogue.

She was beautiful, strong willed, and intelligent- from what I could tell. It was important for a queen to have traits like those. Now the only thing we had to change was her attitude toward me.

Without asking her, I reached forward to carry her inside.

As soon as my arms wrapped on her back and under her legs, she yelped- probably from the surprise.

“What are you doing?” She questioned in a yell.

“Put me down! If you don’t, I’ll shift while you’re carrying me!” She kept saying as I walked us inside. With her squirming in my arms, it was hard to keep a good pace.

Once we were inside the house, I dumped her on a couch in the living room. I didn’t intend to drop her, but when I let go of her, she landed on the couch roughly and then somehow rebounded herself to the ground.

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