Alpha Roan.
Contd
I see Meluna on the rug, smiling, picking up scattered Scrabble tiles on the rug. But most of that smile dissolves the second she sees my presence.
“Al—Alpha.”
I don’t speak. I bang the light switch on the wall and the whole room enters into darkness. It doesn’t matter to me cause my vision sharpens, painting her in shades of silver and shadow. I can see the rapid pulse in her throat, the dilation in her eyes. The drug in my blood boils hotter as it pumps my veins. For a second, my eyes flash a vicious red.
I yank my shirt off without a thought for the buttons. I seize the waistband of my pants and shove them down my legs. Scrabble tiles crunch and skitter under my bare feet.
“Say my name.”
I close the distance and find the slush of her soft buttocks. I squeeze t
