Mated To The Enemy Alpha
“Don’t ever say her name again.”
Something flickered in her gaze—satisfaction, amusement. She was either enjoying this, or hoping to see how far she could push me. But she didn’t move.
My fingers curled slightly, not in anger, but in restraint. My patience with her was running thin, and she knew it.
Antonio stepped forward, placing himself between us just as I reached for her. “Alpha,” he said firmly, his voice cutting through the moment.
Stephanie took the opportunity to slip away, her dress trailing behind her as she turned and walked toward the door. She didn’t rush, didn’t falter, just left as if she had won something.
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