Hiding The Alpha’s Son: My Ex
I cut him off, my voice trembling with anger—or maybe with the fact that part of me remembers exactly what he’s about to say.
“Vivienne…” His tone softens, desperate, like he’s breaking in front of me. “Stop running from this. From me. You can lie to yourself all you want, but I can hear it—the truth in your heartbeat.”
My chest tightens, and I hate that his words are sinking in, clawing at the part of me I swore I buried.
“You’re insane,” I whisper, taking a step back.
He follows, one step for every step I retreat, his presence suffocating. “If insanity means I can’t stop wanting you safe, wanting you alive—then, yes. I’m insane. For you.”