Lena
"If you keep resisting me, I'll have no other choice than to punish you," he said, "And you will regret it." He stretched out his last sentence, his words were laced with anger, he savored every word as if he expected fear to bloom in my eyes.
I lifted my chin and met his gaze, his eyeballs glared at me. There was a time this action would have made my heart race with hope that if I endured a little longer and did everything he wanted me to do, he'd notice me. He never did. But that was different now, that girl was gone.
My eyes pierced into his steadily, anger and hatred washing over me, "You can't tell me what and what not to do. You don't own me."
His grip tightened around my arm possessively. My wolf whimpered within me.
With sudden strength and a sharp tug, I jerked my arm
