The Female Alpha's Human Mate
StarCrosed Scribeathe alpha's bullied matemy daughter, alpha's pupthe alpha's rejected and broken matethe alpha's unwanted mate
The movement exposes my shoulder and he takes it, locking down and wrenching.
I pivot with the torque, spin us again, and slam my elbow back into his ribs—once, twice—measured, precise.
He grunts, grip tightening instead of loosening.
Stubborn bastard!
I drop my weight and catch his wrist, twisting hard and turning into him in one fluid motion. My forearm slides up under his, locking at the joint, shoulder braced to his chest.
Now it’s my leverage.
I press.
He resists, muscles corded, feet planted wide. His free hand grips my forearm, trying to pry it loose.