ELEVEN
SAGA
Thor’s son was an i***t. Hotheaded and lost on instincts, he’d told the little omega everything she didn’t want to hear, and then proceeded to force her back in his arms and over his shoulder, where she now hung in his unyielding grip, misery and fury in her brown eyes. But he couldn’t see that—he’d slung her over his shoulder as he pushed up the mountain with all the furious intent of an alpha determined to force his will through. And he didn’t see the steely determination forming in my pretty mate’s gaze.
Right then, she hated him, and I knew she’d do anything to get away from him and his demands of surrender. She may regret it later, when his blasted mark on her neck called out for him, but by then it’d be too late.
He’d only had a short time with Annabel—while she’d bee
