Vanessa’s POV
Frustration and anger simmered between us, palpable in the charged atmosphere as we stood locked in a battle of wills.
"I'm not going back to Blood Moon Pack to be your slave," I declared, my voice trembling with defiance. "I refuse to work like a slave when I'm your mate."
Alpha Alexander's gaze hardened, his jaw set in a firm line. "You can do anything you want, Vanessa," he retorted, his tone laced with a dangerous edge. "But you're still my personal maid until I say otherwise."
His words hung heavy in the air between us, a stark reminder of the power dynamics at play. I gritted my teeth, my resolve hardening even as my heart pounded with frustration.
"That's not fair," I shot back, my voice rising with indignation. "I won't be treated like some servant while you get
