There’s sorrow in his voice, like he’s trying so hard not to lose control but still can’t. My heartbeat quickens. It was up to me to decide this. This was my chance to say anything to halt it if I wanted to. The Alpha in front of me is staring at me with such intensity that it’s killing me, and my eyes dart over him. I can see by the expression on his face that he meant business when he urged me to get him to stop. Once more, he gives me a fierce kiss, tearing my lips apart, but then he backs off. He says impatiently, “Fuck Belle. Tell me to stop.” “No,” I say in a murmur that verges on a wail. I draw him in closer, burying my face in his shoulder as I wrap my arms around his neck. I feel like I’m losing him again —why is that? I feel that he’ll stay away from me since we both realize that when we’re around each other, we lose our self-control. The notion of being apart from him makes me cringe. I still feel the anguish of his disregarding my existence and avoiding me. That is a terri
