The Alpha command didn’t just tell her feet to move; it hijacked her spine.
Jane wanted to scream. She wanted to dig her manicured nails into the concrete and drag herself back to the blood-soaked monster standing in the center of the slaughterhouse. But the sheer, suffocating weight of Michael’s aura slammed into her chest like a physical blow, forcing the air from her lungs and turning her on her heels.
Vance’s hand clamped around her bicep. The grip wasn't cruel, but it was absolute.
"Walk," Vance said. His voice shook. He didn't look back at his Alpha. No one in that room was looking at Michael Thorne anymore. They were all staring at the floor, terrified that making eye contact with the Sovereign would be their last living mistake.
"Let go of me," Jane said.
Her voice cracked. It
