Serafine’s POVThe moment Bran’s lips crashed against mine, anger exploded inside me.My hands pushed hard against his chest, but he didn’t budge. His grip on me only tightened, his hold firm, possessive, and suffocating.My chest heaved and then I yanked myself away. A sharp sting tore across my lip as his fangs grazed it on the way out.My hands flew to my mouth as I stumbled back, tasting my blood.The next that happened was my hand landing hard on Bran's face, snapping his head to his side.My chest rose and fell rapidly, my entire body trembling from rage. I spat on the ground between us.And his head slowly turned back to face me.I lifted my hands warningly to his face as I glared at him. “Don’t you ever touch me like that again,” I turned to leave when his hand clutched my wrist. His grip tightening, sending pain up my arm.I sucked in a breath, wincing. “What are you doing?”His grip tightened even more.“How dare you hit your Alpha?” The pain in my wrist throbbed, but I fo
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