Big Bad Alphas
He questions, somewhat angry.
"I told Landon to get rid of her, but he wouldn't-"
"Get rid of?" He repeats and his grip on my arm tightens.
"See," Landon, my kidnapper, nudges the guy. "Everyone wants a piece, even the Alpha."
I swallow again. Alpha? A piece of me?
"I will rip your throat out," he firmly tells Landon and his stature quickly changes. "I will rip your limbs off one by one with my bare hands."