The Alpha's Secret
Amalie
“Let me go,” I say through clenched teeth.
“I am your Beta, slug,” he replies and slowly raises me higher until I dangle helplessly by the neck. “You will obey me. I do not, for the love of The Goddess, understand why Alpha Landon won’t simply kill you and get it over with.”
My lungs feel like they’re about to explode and a soft, low buzzing drones in my ears. “Tyler,” Easton snarls. “Drop my mate, or I’ll string you up by the nuts.”