A Nightstand With An Alpha
I said, writhing to be freed.
"No, you're Elara, my wife, my mate, my Luna," He dragged, pulling closer.
My heart was thumping hard and frantically as I struggled to free myself from his grip.
"Sir please, I'm not your wife, I'm just your waitress!" I screamed
His grip only grew tighter when I begged him to let go. My wrists burned beneath his hold.
“Stop—please,” I whispered, thrashing against him, but he was too strong, too heavy with the weight of an Alpha.
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