Bring Him to His Knees
A few of them actually bow their heads, whether from shame or simple exhaustion I can’t tell anymore.
The ache in my chest chooses that exact moment to flare, hard and sudden, and I grind my molars and grip the arm of my chair until it passes, keeping my face as still as I can manage until it does.
“We don’t have any option besides Ashborn,” I say, once I trust my voice again. “So I’d suggest all of you get comfortable with the idea of groveling, because that’s precisely what it may come to.”
“I will beg no little girl Alpha,” Roth hisses.