MATED TO THE ENEMY ALPHA
“Don’t you ever—”
“What? Do what, Kyra? And if you can’t understand that,” I continued, my tone sharpening now, “then maybe you don’t understand what it means to be mated at all.”
Kyra gasped then anger flared. “He’s a monster—”
Something in me snapped. She needs to stop calling him that.
My gaze locked onto Kyra’s, unyielding, “Then he’s my monster. Mine! And if you ever find yourself standing between me and him…” my chin lifted slightly, “I promise, you’ll learn exactly how far that monster is willing to go for me.”