The Alpha I Shouldn't Crave
I tried to take a step forward but suddenly, my legs trembled, giving out as I collapsed, landing at his feet.
He looked down at me like a king looking at a peasant. “Still want that pretend relationship, dying girl?”
I nodded, breathless and raw. “Yes.”
His eyes flickered, and he leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “If you want to be mine,” he said, his voice smooth, “you’ll have to earn it.”
My heart thudded. “Love is off the table,” he said, “and so is mercy.”
I nodded again.
He smiled slowly. “I don't do girlfriends,” he said, “I do games.” He tilted his head. “You want to play?”
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