ANYA'S POV
Jealousy. I should have known nothing stoked an Alpha's fury like it. I should have known better that nothing makes an Alpha mad than jealousy. He has never been this mad at me before. Even when I thought he would be seriously enraged, he did not show a slight emotion of anger. I knew someone else was making him more furious than just my outburst, but I wanted to be sure. Now I knew.
His fingers had tightened on my throat for a terrifying second. Another squeeze, and I was certain blood would have welled. The phantom sensation still lingered, a raw contrast to the deeper ache of the bruises blooming beneath his touch. A fierce, primal anger surged within me. I wanted to strike back, to inflict the same suffocating fear he had so carelessly unleashed. I wanted him to taste the
