Craving The Cruel Alpha
“She’s a free slave, though, isn’t she? No strings. I can do whatever I want. Watch her crawl, watch her suffer. Hell, I love making her eat like a stray dog.”
I choked back a sob.
Lydia’s eyes glittered cruelly. “Look at her, begging like a whipped pup. It’s almost entertaining.”
“Almost?” Dylan whispered in her ear, his hand sliding down to cup her hip. “I love it. The way she breaks, how she worships me even as I crush her.”
I slammed my fists against the ground, scrubbing harder just to keep from screaming.
“Get rid of her, babe,” Lydia purred, tracing a finger along Dylan’s jaw. “She’s holding you back. You could have a real Luna. Not this weak, pathetic thing.”
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