The nerve of this woman—to demand an Alpha beg.
I clenched my jaw, biting back the words I knew I’d regret. Even my wolf bristled at the challenge, but Millie’s earlier threat echoed in my head, keeping my temper in check.
I exhaled slowly, forcing myself to stay calm. “Cyrilla,” I warned, but she only arched a brow, clearly enjoying my frustration.
Damn it.
Grinding my teeth, I lowered my voice. “Please.”
Her smirk widened. “Try harder,” she taunted.
“Oh, come on!” I snapped. “Are you expecting me to kneel?”
I had come here prepared to do whatever it took to make peace with her, but this was getting ridiculous.
She gave me a slow, deliberate once-over before shifting her gaze to the floor and then back to me—wordlessly signaling exactly what she wanted.
My jaw clenched. She wasn
