The Alpha's Untamed Prisoner
I'm standing in what must be his private study…… dark wood and leather and books that look older than the fortress itself.
Dylan circles me slowly, deliberate, a predator assessing prey.
I can feel his eyes tracking every tremor I fake, every breath I force to come too fast.
"Look at me," he commands.
I lift my eyes slowly, carefully, let them fill with the fear every omega is supposed to feel in front of an Alpha like him.
But when our gazes meet, something jolts through me….. sharp and unexpected.
My wolf stirs for the first time in years, confused, agitated, wrong.
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