Ariella’s POV
He wasn't joking…and that made me gulp.
What if he actually does it? I shook my head at the intrusive thought. No. I won't be tied to him. I won't be tied to anyone.
Because my heart has already tied itself to the Alpha King.
His hand shot up and locked around my throat…not hard enough to bruise, but firm enough that I had no choice but to tilt my head back. He forced my chin up, eyes burning into mine. “Open your mouth, Ariella,” he ordered, voice rough. “And kiss me.”
But I couldn’t look away from the head table. Not even for him.
How could I look at anyone else when my obsession was right here in the same room? How could I look at another man when the only reason I’d kept breathing all these years was sitting ten feet away, laughing like he hadn’t destroyed everythin
