NinaThe door didn’t stay shut for long, he left for what felt like an hour, the clothes I picked in my hands.I had barely pulled myself off the floor, legs still trembling, when it swung open again. Alpha Dexter stood in the doorway, shoulders filling the frame, the same cold smile playing on his lips that he’d worn while his claws were at my throat. He had changed into a crisp black buttondown, sleeves rolled to his elbows, looking every inch the composed ruler. As if he hadn’t just threatened to paint my bedroom walls with my blood.“Up,” he ordered. “We’re leaving.”I clutched the towel tighter, voice hoarse from crying. “Where are we going?”He stepped inside without invitation, boots thudding against the wooden floorboards. The sound echoed like a countdown. “The pack house, and we are leaving. Unless you’d prefer I drag you there in nothing but that towel. Your choice, little wolf.”The nickname he used to say with affection now dripped with venom. I scrambled to my feet, ign
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