MY SUPER CRUSH IS AN ALPHA
he pleaded, his voice filled with desperation.
But his words fell on deaf ears. My mind was consumed by a singular purpose—to escape, to fight my way out of this twisted prison.
With a burst of speed, I closed the distance between us, my jaws snapping inches from his face.
He stumbled backward, dropping the tray of food he had brought, pizza, coffee, and fruit juice splattering across the floor.
My claws swiped through the air, seeking purchase on his flesh. The young male tried to defend himself, raising his arms in a feeble attempt to shield his vulnerable body.
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