Captured by the Cruel Alpha
I need to run across the mountainside, not up it, so I change my trajectory and dart around another thick evergreen–and smash right into a brick wall.
Only it’s not a brick wall at all. An arm darts out and catches me around the waist, keeping me from careening over and landing on my ass. Those same dark eyes, like polished obsidian, stare into my soul, and his jaw works in a tense grind.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going, Princess?” the Alpha barks. He came after me himself?
“Away from you, asshole!” I shout, trying to break free of his grip, but his hand is like a vice locked onto my arm, and I can’t break free.
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