DARREN'S POV
“Get your hands off me!” Lyra spoke, her voice raw and furious.
I laughed darkly crowding her tighter against the wall, chest to her back as water sluiced between us. “You think words change facts, Brat? You’re already mine. Body, scent and everything.” I growled.
She thrashed harder and her knee came up sharp, aiming for my balls but I shifted quickly, blocked it with my thigh and forced her legs apart with brutal ease.
She was still fighting inside that stubborn head of hers. Every muscle locked tight, refusing to yield even an inch. It should have pissed me off more. Instead it made my blood run hotter. I could smell the alpha within her needing to test me. It was basic f*****g wolf genetics. Alpha mates ripped one another down to the most primitive form to see which on
