The Alpha's Untamed Prisoner
I say, the admission tastes like poison, "I don't know why, I don't want her to, but she does.”
"I know," Dylan says quietly, "I can feel it."
"How can you control me like that," I demand.
"It's not because I'm an Alpha," he says, moving closer.
"it's something else, something I don't fully understand yet."
Footsteps approach from behind, measured and careful, I turn to see Ronan, Dylan's beta with the silver-streaked hair, he looks older in the daylight, tired, like he carries too many secrets.
Can I speak with her," Ronan asks Dylan, "alone.
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