The Alpha's Obsession: His Forced Mate
He then bends, moves his arms around me and buries his nose into the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply.
I cling to him, gripping him as my mind travels a million miles a minute. How am I supposed to tell him all the fucked up shit that just came from Allen’s demonic mouth? Mads doesn’t prod me for information. He doesn’t lower the mind block so I can feel what he feels, though I know he is broken. He just holds me, exists with me before I melt and my anger wanes.
“Eh hem” A female voice breaks up our moment as Maddox looks up though he still clings to me and I turn to see Lynne, a small smile on her lips.