“She said no. I know you heard her. She said ‘please don’t.’ And you kept talking. You thought her fear was flirtation. You thought her heat gave you a right to use her. But what you didn’t know—what you clearly still don’t understand—is that she was already marked. Already claimed. Already owned. You put your hands on something that belongs to me, and now I’m going to make you bleed for it.”
He whimpered something, but I didn’t care.
I grabbed him by the jaw and forced his face up to mine.
“Do you know who I am?” I asked, every syllable low and razor-sharp. “I’m Damon Thornvale. Alpha of Thornvale Ridge. I’ve killed more men than you’ve kissed girls. I’ve broken wolves twice your size and fed them to my pack. And I don’t forgive disrespect.”
I threw him back against the floor like gar
