Chapter 15: The Alpha's Claim
(Grace's POV)
The cool night air hit my face, but it did little to clear my muddled head. My legs were like jelly, and every step Christopher dragged me forward seemed heavier than the last. My body fought against the wolfsbane spreading through my veins. But my strength—my wolf—was faltering.
“Stop resisting,” Christopher hissed, his grip tightening painfully around my wrist. His strength eclipsed mine; it always had. “You’re making this harder than it needs to be.”
His tone made me shiver, but not from fear. It was disgust. He was looking at me like I was property—a prize he could snatch because he felt entitled to it.
“You can’t—” My words caught in my throat, my voice dry and hoarse. I didn’t care how weak I sounded. My anger burned brighter than
