I stare at Zane's offered arm like it's a snake about to strike. Taking it means accepting this charade, playing the role of willing companion instead of captive. But refusing means another power struggle I'm not sure I can win. My fingers tremble slightly as I place my hand in the crook of his arm, feeling solid muscle beneath the fabric of his shirt. He's warm, too warm, his alpha heat radiating through my palm like a brand.
"Good girl," he murmurs, and I have to bite my tongue to keep from snapping at him. I'm not his pet, not his possession, not yet, anyway, despite what he might think.
We step out of his office and into the corridor, where two guards straighten to attention. Their eyes flick to me with undisguised curiosity before quickly dropping in deference to their Alpha. I wond
