Her Men Of Ruin
Heaven chokes while clawing weakly at his hand that held her throat, as it completely circles her neck, making it very difficult for her to breathe.
Yet the Alpha doesn’t concede.
Instead, he bends her backward over the balustrade, an action that conveys his intent to Heaven before he even said it.
“Touch me again,” he snarls, “and I will throw you down these very stairs and let your blood grace my steps as I trample over your corpse.”
His grip tightens around Heaven’s throat. This time, spittle slips from the sides of her quivering lips as she struggles for air, tears streaming down her face.
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