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Mason's POV
Control isn't just a right when you're an Alpha—it's a responsibility. At least, that's what the pack elders drilled into me from the moment I could shift. But they never told me how infuriating it would be to maintain control when the person you want to control most refuses to fall in line.
Bethany.
My wife. My Luna. My headache.
She didn't act like a Luna, and that was the problem. A Luna was supposed to submit, to support her Alpha, to stand by his side with quiet strength. Not glare at him over breakfast or storm out of rooms like she had somewhere better to be. She was supposed to be mine in every way that mattered, and yet every time I looked at her, all I saw was defiance.
It was maddening.