The Alpha's Hardest Game
The heavy lock clicked back into place instantly.
"Sit," Jake ordered, gesturing to the chair across from him.
"I'm not hungry," Avery said, her voice tight, maintaining her frozen composure.
Jake took a step toward her, his towering 6'6" frame instantly blocking the light from the desk lamp. The sheer pressure of his True Alpha aura rippled through the room, forcing her knees to feel weak. "I didn't ask if you were hungry, shadow. I told you to sit. You're on my detail now, which means you follow my biological rhythm. Eat."