NIA’S POV
Dalton's eyes shone like blazing torches. One hand balled into a fist, and he punched it into the wall, chipping more of its rubble to the ground. My heart jolted, and I squeezed my eyes shut before opening them again.
“I can f**k anyone I want.” I glared at him, emphasizing every word.
His jaw clenched and the blue in his eyes disappeared as the clouds of darkness took over, almost like a cloak of insanity overtaking his senses. His wolf―he wanted me back.
Like a cornered prey, I swallowed thickly. Despite my ragged heart beats, I defiantly held my stance. I won’t back down. This man didn't care for my dignity or my bleeding heart.
With the strength of a murderer, he put his left hand around my throat to hold me in place as he lowered his animalistic face to mine. “Your sli
