Rejected, Bound to the Ruthless Alpha
“No, that’s… that’s impossible. My mother is back in the cavern—”
Before the words could fully leave my lips, Buck moved. With a low, territorial snarl, he stepped directly in front of me, his massive broadsword unsheathed in a single, fluid motion. The steel gleamed with lethal promise under the twin moons as he pointed the tip straight at the woman’s chest.
“Stay away from her,” Buck growled, his voice a deep, resonant rumble of pure Alpha aggression.
The woman stopped, her silver gaze dropping briefly to the weapon before shifting back up to Buck’s face with a look of calm, almost amused intrigue. “You are fiercely protective of my bloodline, young Alpha.”