Estella’s POV
The room felt too still, the air too thick. The only sound was the faint rasp of the Alpha’s breathing as he stepped closer to the bed. Moonlight glided over his face, revealing that vile, creepy smile I had grown to hate—the same one I had seen at breakfast, but now without all the pretense of civility.
Christina lay rigid beneath the covers, her eyes on him. Cali’s hand shot out, gripping mine so tightly our fingers trembled together. Every instinct in me screamed to lunge forward, to tear him apart with my bare hands, but I forced myself to stay still.
‘Not yet. Not yet,’ I tried to tell her silently because it looked like Cali might lunge too.
The Alpha sat on the edge of the bed, his voice dropping into a disgusting purr.
“You thought you could avoid this, babygirl
