Fated To The Dark Alphas
he whispered, his voice raw, “choose. Choose me. Prove your loyalty.”
My gaze darted to Rhys. His face was unreadable, but his eyes held a challenge, a silent dare. Choose me. Choose chaos. Choose the unknown.
The choice felt impossible. Kieran, the Alpha, the one I was bound to, represented a suffocating control, a life I was desperate to escape. Rhys, the rebel, the dark one, offered a dangerous freedom, a path I knew nothing about. But his touch, his words, had awakened something in me that Kieran’s possessiveness could never reach.