Claire’s eyes lit up the second she heard his voice—her savior, right on cue.
The fear drained from her face, replaced by a defiant glare aimed straight at me, her lips moving silently: You’re done.
Then, she flipped the switch, tears streaming as she wailed, “Alpha Sean… save me… I’m so scared…”
But I wasn’t letting her play the victim.
As he started forward, I signaled to the bodyguard, who slammed the basement door shut. The clang echoed just as her sobs hit their peak. I met her eyes through the small window, ice in mine. Not getting out that easy.
“Alpha Sean…” Her voice faded behind the metal, muffled but still dripping with feigned misery.
I turned to face him, unflinching even as his rage rolled off him in waves—hot, oppressive, the kind that makes lesser wolves cower. “Why w
