I wrenched my wrist away. "What? No. I hardly think that is necessary."
He threw back his head and laughed. It was such a cold, emotionless laugh that it made my blood freeze in my veins. "Oh, I'm afraid it is, actually necessary. Didn't you read the contract? The marriage is not legally binding unless it is consummated." And then he began to drag me back toward the pack house. I resisted, and our struggle was drawing more than a few curious and concerned stares. "You will NOT embarrass me in front of my pack," he whispered so only I could hear, and then he swept me up in my arms. It looked sweet and romantic, the newly wed husband carrying his bride away. They couldn't see that he was pinching me under the dress as he whisked me away.
He used the elevator, and for the first ti
