Alpha's Rejected Slave

"Good luck to your present Luna," I said bitterly. "And if you haven't found her yet, good luck with that too. I never loved you more than a friend. And today, I'll repeat it: I don't love you. I never did, and I never will—not in a million years. What happened between us is in the past. It was never meant to blossom. Let me go. I don't belong here. Not in this pack. Not ever…"
Before the words could fully escape my lips, a deafening crash rocked the cell. The wall split with a deep dent—his fist buried in the concrete.
Tagon.
He stood there, breathing heavily, knuckles bloodied, eyes shadowed with fury. A low growl rumbled from his throat.
What kind of man had he become?
It was hard not to remember the past. Hard not to recall the good days, when he was the sweetest man I had ever met. I had been foolish then, thinking his affection was real… thinking that my tainted blood could somehow be made pure through his love.
But there were only two times he ever truly lost control: the day we met—when he found me crying—and the day I told him… Never mind.
He clicked his tongue sharply and spoke with chilling finality:
"As long as you live, you'll always be under my dominance. I own you—your life, your blood, your soul. You are mine to command. You are my slave. And that is your fate."