The Alpha's Refusal
I remember the flutter of hope in my stomach.
Maybe this time, I had thought, maybe tonight, the bond will finally take root for him, too. I reached out, a gentle, tentative touch against his shoulder, offering him the comfort I knew he desperately needed but refused to take from me.
He responded instantly, but with a blinding intensity that bypassed me entirely. He guided me back onto the bed. The act was swift and consuming, driven by an undeniable, powerful imperative that was all Alpha. There was a brief, sharp sense of connection, a physical reality that made my breath hitch. I focused on his eyes, searching for any flicker of recognition or acceptance—anything that said I was the woman
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