SCARLETT My palm didn't make contact with his face because he caught it easily. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked, his voice eerily silent, like the brush of a whisper and his eyes a blazing fiery furnace. He was angry, completely angry. I could tell from his eyes even though he looked otherwise. His was a silent anger, one that raged destructively. "Let go of my hand," I gritted out, despite the fear coursing through my veins. I tried to pry my hand from his hold but it was a futile attempt. He was a powerful Alpha whose powers were more than that of an ordinary wolf and I was a weak wolf; the lowest of the lowest, an omega. "Were you just about to slap me?" his voice had an incredulous tone in it. He looked amused as if this was the most comical thing he had ever experienced. "You were rude to me, you treated me like a whore in front of..." "That's because that's what you are," he replied just as he pulled me in closed the door, and turned me around before pushin
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