Mixed-signal

"Kill me, Alessandro. That is what you do best, right? To prove how almighty you are!" Janice said, riling him further.

Sandro grunted, releasing his grip from her. He walked to the window side and towards her again.

His eyes narrowed as he stared at her. "Why can't I kill you? We are not even related!"

"And even if we were, I'll never forgive a sibling for betrayal. None will ever betray me, I am the Alpha."

"You should know the world doesn't revolve around your arrogant ass and people are free to say whatever they want." Janice shrugged. She rubbed at her neck and let out a wince. Despite the fact that he was not holding her anymore, her neck still hurts.

Sandro stared at her for a long time. He had a soft spot for her. No doubt. Each time he gazed at her, he recalled the bruised girl that had been running from her father.

He recalled her tear-stained face and the tattered dress showing partly her body.

He had helped her after perceiving she was a werewolf and had thought he'd help