Now The Alpha Wants Me.
His control was physical and precise, as if he needed to feel that I was there, that this was real.
"Quiet," he whispered once, his voice low and deep. His hand slid up to my throat, not squeezing, just holding me there to remind me who was in charge.
I nodded, even though my chest felt tight, even though my body shook under him, even though part of me wanted to pull away while the other part wanted him closer.
I had wanted him for too long to pretend this wasn’t everything.