Calling Callan

In the dimly lit classroom, I shouted at Callan, "Let me go, you bastard!" But instead of backing down, his grip tightened, delighting in my struggles. How infuriatingly twisted! "Anaïs, stop fighting," he said calmly, as if discussing the weather, oblivious to the impossible request he'd just made – loving Callan Baraed. "We're friends, and that bond can't be changed." I screamed at him once more, desperately trying to push him away and break free from his ironclad hold. As an ordinary wolf, my strength was no match for his Alpha's prowess. "Callan, you're not mine!" I exclaimed, feeling a jolt of electric energy surge through me due to our so-called 'mate bond'. It was absurd! "You belong to me, Anaïs, and nothing in this universe can change that," he whispered, sending shivers down my spine with his words. "Even the goddess' mistakes create connections, remember that opposites attract, princess." His assertion only fueled my fury, and I struggled even harder to escape his grasp. With a smirk of satisfaction, he finally released me, leaving the empty classroom, leaving me feeling utterly defeated. What an arrogant jerk!