Kyra's POV “You humiliated me, Kyra,” he growled, his voice thick with rage. “You rejected me in front of the entire pack.”Before I could respond, he held me in a chokehold and slammed me against the wall. The impact rattled my bones. My breath hitched as his grip tightened, cutting off my air.“Please… stop!” I choked out, tears streaming down my face.But he didn’t stop.His claws dug into my neck. I knew his anger and humiliation fueled his action. My nails clawed at his arm in desperation.Finally, he released me. I collapsed to the floor, coughing and gasping, my back, where it had hit the wall, throbbed. His chest heaved, his breath sharp, but his eyes… his eyes were dark, cold, devoid of mercy.“You’ll pay for what you did, Kyra,” he snarled. “You’ll pay dearly. And this—” he flexed his claws in the dim light— “is just the beginning.”I lay there trembling, my mind reeling. I couldn't help but wonder what I had done to deserve such treatment. I thought I had made the right
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