Controlled Rage

Alaric.

Asking me how long I’d thought I could hide from him.

A lot longer than I had, it appeared.

“What do you want?” I lurched off the wall but met his solid chest. He had me caged in such a way, he was inescapable. His breath warm next to me. Still tainted with the hint of some wine.

And far too close.

“I’ll call for my Guards.” I gave him a hard shove but found his body utterly unrelenting. I tried to twist away but he caught my elbows and held me to him.

“Do you think any of them would hear you before I silenced you?”

Silenced? Killed or knocked me unconscious?

As far as his question, no.

He’s far too fast.

“What do you want, Alaric?” I said acidly. Working hard to hide the fact that he had me trembling so hard that I felt like my legs would give out.

“You know what I want.” His yellow eyes slid down my face and neck to the low cut of my dress. “You ran away because you knew.”

“No.” I denied. A bit too quickly. “I didn’t want to be claimed by wolves.”

He frowned and gave me a si