*Content Warning: Violence of a s****l nature is depicted in this chapter and may be triggering for some readers.*
A shiver ran down my spine, which Ethan confused for arousal. The sick f**k actually thought I could find pleasure in his touch. With the feeling of his bulge between my legs, his hands on my thighs, and his lips on my neck, I steeled my resolve. I had forgotten who the f**k I was. My father may have never loved me, and I had no friend to call my own, but I had one person who loved me. I was loved, even if I didn’t understand why he abandoned me. I had alpha blood flowing through my veins and I had made a promise. I promised to fight Ethan tooth and nail. I lifted my chin and looked Ethan in the eyes.
“You’re mistaken. I’d rather bite off my tongue and drown on my own blood
