The Alpha King's Hated Mate
He wasn’t just a man.
He was a storm in human form.
But even storms could be redirected.
And I had a plan.
He pulled his hand away slowly, like he was savoring the feel of my skin. Like I was something to be claimed, catalogued, caged.
I didn’t even blink.
“Call your men off,” I said coldly, stepping back. “Because if you don’t, I swear, you’ll regret it.”
He chuckled. A deep, amused sound that echoed through the trees.