HIS BALLERINA HUMAN MATE
I let the fire burn hotter, let the heat crack the air between us, daring him to stop me.
“You wanted me dead,” I said, voice steady. “And now you have to live with the fact that I’m still here.” I tilted my head. “So tell me, Alpha—what happens now?”
A muscle in his jaw twitched. For a long moment, he just stared at me, calculating.
Then, finally, he exhaled. “Now,” he said, “you choose.”
I frowned. “Choose?”
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