Taming His Fragile Alpha
They marched me toward the center of the camp with a callous, jarring gait that vibrated through my entire body.
"Stop," Tai commanded.
The rebels froze, dropping me unceremoniously into the dirt.
I collapsed, gasping, my body spasming from the raw friction of the arrow moving against the bone.
Tai walked over, his boots stopping inches from my face. Without a single word, without a moment of hesitation, he reached down.
I didn't even have time to scream. He gripped the wooden shaft of the arrow with his gloved hand and yanked.
It was fast and harsh.