CHOSEN BY THE CURSED ALPHA KING
"You've been given one on a platter. Perfect little family, all wrapped up. Now get out of my way."
She shoved at my chest, hard, her palms slamming into me with surprising force. I didn't budge, but she kept going, pushing again, then hitting me with closed fists—angry, frustrated blows that landed on my chest, my shoulders. Each one fueled the fire in me, not pain, but that intense heat that made my blood run hot. "Adele—"