AMANDA
“I understand…” I forced the words out, though they scraped my throat like sandpaper. I glanced over at them—my guys—still barely hanging on. Blaze, Ashton, Colt, Luther... every one of them broken, physically and emotionally, because of me. The guilt gnawed at my insides, twisting tighter with each passing second.
My hands shook as I clenched them into fists, trying to stop the trembling. I can do this. I swallowed hard, my mouth dry. I have to do this.
The Alpha stood in front of me, towering, his presence suffocating the air around us. His eyes gleamed with victory, a cold, calculated look that made my skin crawl. He knew he had me. And he was enjoying it.
“You’ll come to me willingly, then?” His voice was like a slow drip of poison, each word digging into me.
I hesitated,
