The air in the empty classroom was thick with the scent of old chalk and the sharp, metallic tang of Ethan’s cologne. My heart was a frantic bird trapped in my chest, beating so hard against my ribs that I was certain he could feel it through the palms of my hands. Ethan looked down at me with that infuriating, golden-boy smirk, his eyes dancing with the triumph of having me cornered.
He thought he was the monster under my bed. He thought he was the ultimate predator. But he had no idea that I had already been marked by something far more ancient and far more terrifying. My Alpha Daddy was a shadow that didn't just haunt my dreams; he lived in my marrow. If Ethan was a storm, the Alpha was a global extinction event.
As I looked into Ethan’s eyes, a dark, desperate thought took root in my
