Big Bad Alphas
My cheeks flush with color, with life.
"You can't have me," I mutter and glance up at him. "Sorry."
Some men find this amusing, but Alpha Kenn sneers. "Inject him, then bring him out."
Alpha Kenn drags me out of the cellar and under the gloomy sky. Worry comes over me. Inject him with what?
"Wolfsbane," he snickers as if he read my mind. "Deadly, yet just enough will weaken to the point of uselessness."