Sandra's POV.
The night air was cold but as soon Alpha Tyson stepped out of his mansion, the hem of his dark coat billowing slightly in the breeze, everything felt better.
His presence was all I needed. That commanding, bold and dominant, ever so purposeful movement, it was what I couldn't stop dreaming of.
He was the man I needed and I couldn't stop myself even if he was married.
As he strolled over to me, I smiled to myself. He looked like a mission, and I was his unwilling target.
“I knew you would come.” I whispered as I knelt there trembling, while he approached with his car keys clinking ominously in his hand.
Before I could utter another word, he snatched me by the arm so aggressively I was certain he had dislocated it.
“Tyson, you're hurting me! Tyson stop!” I begged, pain
