The Cursed Alpha King is My Second Chance Mate
she choked out, her voice trembling, her nails digging into my skin as if she could somehow pry my fingers loose.
I leaned in, my glare piercing through her, my face inches from hers. "Don’t you dare call me by my name," I hissed, my grip tightening just enough to make her whimper. "To you, I’m your king... Your Alpha."
Her lips quivered, her voice barely audible as she corrected herself. "Y-your Highness..."
"Good," I snapped, my tone merciless, my breath hot against her face. "You’ve finally remembered your place."
Her tears fell freely as she gasped for air, her nails digging into my arm in a futile effort to loosen my hold. "But you told me," she rasped, her voice breaking, her eyes wild