72: New ground rules

Aurora’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 Brown Wood 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 Caden's gaze hardened, his jaw set in a firm line. "You can do anything you want, Aurora," he retorted, his tone laced with a dangerous edge. "But you're still my personal maid until I say otherwise."

The 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 to dictate everything."

But Alpha Caden remained unmoved, his expression unwavering. "Fair or not, that's the way it is," he stated firmly. "You're mine, Aurora. And you'll do as I say."

The weight of his word