Alpha Dwight’s grip on my waist was iron-strong, his possessiveness radiating off him like heat from a furnace. My chest rose and fell in shallow, nervous breaths as I struggled to keep steady under his hold.
“D-Dwight… C-C-Calm down,” I stammered, my voice trembling despite my best efforts to sound firm. But he didn’t hear me. His focus was entirely on me, or rather, the scent of me, and that only seemed to fuel his frenzy.
I could feel my knees weaken under him, trembling as his nose pressed against the nape of my neck. His breath was warm, almost intoxicating in its possessive intensity. “Mate… you are mine! Only mine!” His words were a growl, vibrating deep in his chest as he tightened his hold, his claws—long, sharp, and glinting dangerously—digging into my sides. “You are only mine
