Alpha Says Submit, I Say No
“Richard, if Lynn and I were hit by a car at the same time, who would you save first?” I once asked, curled up in his arms, teasing like a spoiled pup.
He just scoffed, ruffling my hair. “That kind of situation doesn’t exist.”
But when blinding headlights tore through the rain—
He didn’t hesitate. He shielded Lynn in his embrace, and I was thrown into the blood-soaked street.
Through the agony, I heard my phone buzz. A message from him:
[What tantrum are you throwing now? Why didn’t you come to Moonstone today?]
While the machines beeped beside me, I caught the sound of his gentle voice drifting from the next room—comforting her.
“Don’t be afraid. I just reacted to the person closest to me.”
That was the moment I wiped away bloody tears with a smile.
Fine, Richard.
Then you’ll watch with your own eyes—ten days from now, when I put on a wedding dress, it won’t be for you. It’ll be for your sworn enemy, the Alpha of Bloodmoon.
On the eve of the ceremony, a helicopter thundered down onto the estate balcony.
He kicked open my door, yanked my wrist with his tie.
“Come with me.”