Alpha Drake
she sarcastically said.
Drake’s jaw clenched. He tightened his grip on Emily’s arms.
‘Let him be, Emily. He’s affected,’ Leia thought through her mind.
“I didn’t know you’re that affected without my presence—”
He cut her off by slapping her face hard. “I’m done with your shits, Emily!” Drake shouted nonchalantly.
His booming voice echoed in the special room.
“What? If you’re done with my bullshits, well, Drake. . . I’m done with yours too!” she growled. “Slap me? Go ahead. I don’t fucking care at all!”