R A I D E N
My grip remained tight, just shy of breaking bone but strong enough to make the point unmistakable. Her breathing hitched again as my fingers pressed into the delicate bones of her wrist.
“You do not touch your Alpha without permission,” I said, each word slow and sharp. “Not a shoulder. Not a sleeve. Not a single inch of me.”
Her chin trembled as she nodded frantically.
“Yes…yes, Alpha. I understand. I’m sorry. Please forgive me.”
Only when I felt her submission, real, not acted, did I finally release her.
The moment her wrist left my grasp, she pulled it to her chest protectively, cradling the reddened skin as her breath came in shaky waves.
She didn’t look up. Not yet.
Not while my wolf was still pacing beneath my skin, not while the air still vibrated from the force
