Alpha
“You know who I am.”
"Of course," she whispered, taking slow, calculated steps toward him. "Alpha Kael. The merciless king of the forest. Tell me... do you growl as well as you fuck?"
His eyes flashed gold. In one swift movement, he closed the distance between them, his hand wrapping around her throat—not tight enough to hurt, but firm enough to make her wolf purr.
"You’re bold, rogue."
"You’re hard," she murmured, her thigh brushing against his.
Kael released her with a grunt, stepping back as if her touch burned. "You have a death wish."
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