Contracted By My Ex’s Father In Law
He loomed over me, his chest heaving, but not with passion—with a rage so deep it was silent.
A cold dread washed over me, so sharp it stole my breath. I had pushed too far. I had wanted to provoke him, but I had unleashed something much worse. The man looking down at me wasn't the obsessed lover from moments before; he was the Alpha King, and I was an insect who had dared to challenge him.
“Dante, I—” I started, my voice trembling, the fight draining out of me, replaced by pure, primal fear. “I’m sorry, I didn’t—”