BRITNEY’S POV*
I sniffed, “Yes, it’s all fake,” I said, my voice trembling, “Please just let me go,” I pleaded, tears streaming down my cheeks.
His face darkened, and his jaw clenched in frustration. He suddenly moved towards me, his strides elegant but urgent.
As he closed the distance between us, he hissed and punched the wall behind me, making me jump. I felt a surge of fear and confusion.
His eyes were wide, but not just with anger. They seemed to be burning with raw primal emotion that I couldn’t quite understand.
“Britney!” He growled, his voice low and intense. My mind raced as I stared at him. Why is he getting worked up? I didn’t understand what was happening,
“Alpha Jordyn, please.” I started to say, but he cut me, short.
“You think I want to do this?” He asked with a low
