Timika
"Don't you dare fucking touch her!" Alpha Akrham's command comes from behind me.
His voice is low and powerful, and it almost holds a growl in it. I can feel him standing behind me. His body is so close I can nearly feel his chest against the back of my head. His body heat radiates into mine. So much anger, yet, I feel so safe right now. Like if he were to put his arms around me, it would be like being shielded in an angel's wings.
Justin, who is still in submission, growls, but it turns into a whimper as Alpha Arkham grabs his wrist, squeezing it with force.
"Keep your filthy hands and eyes off of her. You don't even fucking deserve to look in her direction. Now move the fuck along," Arkham warns. Justin glances back at me for a second, anger fueled in his eyes, before he nods and snatches his arm back.
"Sure, keep your little whore… Alpha," he spits, and just before Alpha Arkham lunges at him, I grip his arm. The feel of his tanned skin, the hardness of his forearm, th
