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Recap

"GET OFF OF ME!" I yelled, thrashing around, trying to get out of his grip. And to my luck, my knee landed in his crotch.

The man howled in pian, and let me go. I luckily made it to the door, but what I opened it to would scar my memory forever...

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●Dani's POV●

I opened the door to see Tiffany, and she was covered in blood.

Her body was dangling from a tree not too far from the driveway, and the only recognizable thing about her was her face. On a car near her body, a message was painted out in her blood.

Tick, tock, your time is running out, three days 'till we take another one out.

While I was gaping at the horrific sight, Jax and his men showed up.

"Dani? Are you okay?" Jax asked panicked, taking me into his arms. I was still shocked at the sight, but I was glad that his shoulder blocked it from my veiw.

"Tiffany . . . s-she's . . . dead." I stuttered, still burying my face in his chest.

"It's gonna be okay." Jax comforted, rubbing circles on my back. Even though I hated her, she was part of my pack. Then I remembered the bacon. I shook Jax's arms off of myself, and bolted to the kitchen.

I reached out a shaky hand, and picked up a note that was left on a plate. But, Jax was right behind me, and he took the note before I could read it.

"Hey! Let me read that!" I protested, reaching for the note in his hand.

"I think you've been traumatized enough for one day." Jax responded as he pocketed the note. I just sighed and gave up, knowing that I wasnt going to win this one.

I pushed past him and walked upstairs, heading for his office, which also served as a library. I padded up the stairs, trying to make as little noise as possible.

The pack would want answers.

I softly opened the door to Jax's office, and went straight to the book shelves. What could possibly make a male werewolf into an old lady? My best guess is a magic plant. Or a polyjuice potion.

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"What are you looking for?" Jax asked as I browsed the shelves for anything about magic plants. I had been in the library for hours.

"Anything that can turn a dude into an old lady." I sighed, ready to give up. Jax walked up to me, and pulled me into another hug.

"Why do I smell another male on you?" He asked calmly, as if it would be too much for me to handle if he was loud.

"He was an old lady at first..." I started, hesitating before I continued my sentence, but the look in his eyes had the words spilling out of me like a waterfall.

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"So first he was a grandma, then he was a creepy man/grandma, and then he was a guy trying to kill you?" He asked, trying to clarify what had happened while he was training the pack.

"Yep." I confirmed, snuggling into his embrace. He held me tighter, and I saw his eyes turn black. He was pissed.

"I'm such an idiot!" He exclaimed, letting go of me so that he could pace around the room.

"No you're not!" I countered "There is obviously a war coming, and you were preparing our pack for it!"

"But you could have gotten hurt."He murmured. Then he looked up at me. He had an idea, and I knew I wasn't going to like it.

"You are going to have a personal guard with you at all times-"

I let out a very audible groan.

"Whenever I'm not with you. You cannot leave the house without me, and when we are out of the house, you do not go any further than five feet from me." Jax declared, looking pleased with himself.

I just rolled my eyes, with all previous thoughts of the man-grandma forgotten. I need some coffee.

I walked down the stairs for the millionth time today, and pushing past people to get to the kitchen. Even with all of the previous events, the kitchen is still my favorite place.

I reached into the cupboard and grabbed my mug, a plain white mug with 'no.' printed on it in black letters.

I then poured some of the already prepared coffee into my mug, courtesy of the pack chef. I lifted my coffee to my lips, and almost moaned. I needed that.

"What happened to not leaving me?" Jax asked dangerously calm. I rolled my eyes for what seemed like the millionth time today. He had nothing to be mad about.

"I never agreed." I replied, taking another sip of my heavenly coffee.

"Don't roll your eyes at me." He growled. He stalked twoards me, looking like a predator cornering it's prey. And in a sense, he was.

"I will take no more disrespect from you. You are my mate. I own you." He said, pushing me harder against rhe counter with each word.

This pissed me off and he knew it.

"I will not submit to you!" I exclaimed "Not any more!" I tried to push him away from me, but it didn't work. Damn his werewolf strength.

"That's not a choice sweetheart." He whispered, before kissing my mark, trying to make me submit.

"No. I will not submit!" I said, but my voice wavered. I felt his canines scratch against my mark, and I gasped.

Marking a female the second time isn't unheard of, but it rarley happened. It was normally only used on particularly rebellious females, which, of course, I happen to be.

"Don't you fucking dare." I protested weakly as he put more pressure on my mark.

Right now I wanted to be able to think clearly, to be able to have a strong unwavering voice, to be able to say no.

But I couldn't.

Admittedly, he was in complete control. He always had been. But only now was he tightening my metaphorical leash.

I almost screamed as he sunk his teeth into my neck a second time, but I kept it in. I didn't want him to know how much this hurt. He didn't deserve to know.

But of course, that wasn't an option. With the second mark, he now had full access to my mind. He could hear my thoughts, and make me do things, like submitting to him.

He actually owned me now.

He pulled away, smirking, and I could feel him rummaging through my memories.

"So, you like the nickname, kitten?" He asked, still wearing his signature smirk.

I growled at him.

"How could you!" I yelled, outraged.

"It was for your own good." He stated, like he had planned all of this out. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"You planned this. You were expecting me to get out of control, and you planned this." I accused, poking his - very firm - chest. He shrugged and picked me up, but not without me struggling.

With his new power from mark numero two, he made me stop.

We received some odd glances from people as he walked up the stairs, but stern looks from their alpha ended all curiosity.

When we reached the door to our bedroom, I almost laghed at the trouble he had opening the door.

"You know," I started as he locked the bedroom door. "I kinda really hate you."

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