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way.
    However, her new position did not deter her from speaking her mind.
    "Fuck ! Why can't you just take no for an answer?” Bridgette asked, clearly trying to offend him.  She refused to look at the manor, the same manor where she first set eyes on Marcus, where he bit her, where two fellow agents lost their lives. "No. I don't want to be with you or your pack or whatever…" She continued to speak, even when Marcus entered the door, even when they passed a group of people who started to murmur to themselves upon seeing her, even when he began to head up the stairs.
    Down below, in the dining room, Thane and Razi sat next to each other and exchanged looks. Brandon and Ryan were also seated next to the Elders, having just come back from their surveillance shift. Julianne made a quick appearance from the kitchen, probably to see who was making so much goddamn noise at this hour.
    "She d oesn't appear pleased to be here," Thane murmured to his mate, indicating the woman in Marcus's arms.
    "No, she d oes not," Razi said, unsurprised. Both pairs of eyes were fixed on the couple, as Marcus carried Bridgette up the stairs.  They had been waiting for Marcus’ return, after a tense end to dinner.  They didn’t expect him to bring her home with him, however, especially not like this. "Why would he choose a mate who clearly doesn't want to be part of this pack?"
    "Ah, well," Thane said, patting the woman's knee affectionately. "We can never really choose who we fall in love with, can we?"
    "Maybe not entirely," Razi agreed. "But for the pack's sake, you and I need to make a decision based not only Marcus's desires, but on what will benefit our members. And as of right now, I don't see her as being what we need her to be, nor do I see her as someone we can look to in times of need."
    "Well," Thane said, still optimistic. "We'll see."
    Unbeknownst to the Elders, Julianne slipped back into the kitchen, a smirk upon her pretty face.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
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Chapter 11
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    Bridgette didn't get much sleep the rest of that short night. She wasn't sure why she was here, in the middle of a pack of werewolves, being kept alive besides the fact that it obviously had something to do with the bite on her neck. And she also had a feeling that Marcus wasn't exactly thrilled with having to humor his pack by bringing her here. What? Did he need to show them everyone he had bit in his lifetime?
    How many people could werewolves actually bite anyways? Was it a one time, one person thing, or could a werewolf have multiple partners? Bridgette didn't want to think about it, so she didn't.
    That day, she slid in and out of an uneasy sleep, completely unaware a young woman, probably no more than eighteen, came in frequently to check on her.
    Though Bridgette was formally educated in the matter of werewolves , she didn't know the way pack members interacted on a more informal basis. She knew there was an Alpha male who was expected to get married and reproduce so that if anything happened to him, he would have his pups to reclaim his place when they were of age. Though werewolves seemed like a very patriarchal society, females were of equal or even greater importance. It was the female who bore the men their children, and for that reason, they were honored. Normally, males made no brash decisions without discussing it first with his mate. And in such a culture, the males weren't seen as being whipped, but rather considerate.
    She didn't know, of course, about bonding with someone completely. The physician spoke little of the actual side effects she would experience, especially concerning her logic and her emotions. He thoroughly told her about the science behind it, though, but to be honest, Bridgette didn't exactly care about that part. He told her that due to the strength of Marcus' venom, she would more than likely turn into a werewolf, but he couldn't tell her when.
    It was then that she