The Alpha's Refusal
A dark, irrational craving that made my skin feel too tight, as if I needed to shed my very humanity just to breathe.
I was burning, and in my delirium, I couldn't distinguish the fever of my injury from the fever of the bond. I saw him behind my eyelids—the way his jaw had tightened when he looked at me, the raw power rolling off him in waves. I hated him for being there, and I hated myself for the way my body was screaming for him to be closer.
"Water," I hissed, the word breaking against my teeth.
The thirst was a living thing, a jagged claw scraping at the back of my throat. I needed to drown the images, to quench the fire that felt less like sickness and more like a slow, agonizing surr
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