A slave to the alpha I rejected
Celeste shook her head, shocked—the thought was absurd.
“Then look at me. I’ll know if you’re lying,” he growled, his gaze unwavering.
The bond between them shimmered, a flickering pulse through their blood, and the tension in his shoulders eased slightly. “Good. I can’t have our bond waver before I’ve tormented you further, slave.”
Even through the painful words, Celeste found herself leaning into his calloused palm as it grazed her cheek. “You can do whatever you want to me, Alpha. I deserve it all—your hate, your punishment.”