Alliance or not; Snow’s “inner wolf” is starting to get riled up … and, she’s not going to give any satisfaction to this odious, poser of an Alpha anymore. She looks him dead in the eye; impishly grins; then, looks back over her shoulder down towards her butt, and, sassily retorts …
“Tight, little a*s; huh? … Yeah; I don’t know who you’re talking about … but, from what I’m looking at here … it isn’t me.” She turns back around to look at him; still wearing that impish little grin.
Instantly, the Alpha is enraged … more than he’s been so far tonight … and, he leaps up from the bed, and charges across the room; with his hand poised high above his head, ready to strike out at Snow. Before she can even manage to defend herself against the ferocious attack; the Alpha’s wrist is clenched within
