The slap seemed to knock the wind clean out of him. Alpha Ryan cradled his cheek, staring at me as if he no longer recognized the woman in front of him.
But the madness in his eyes hadn't dimmed. If anything, it had spread.
"Fine. Fine. If you want to go,then don't blame me for what happens next!"
He yanked a silver dagger from his belt and pressed the point flush against his own chest. Right over his wolf-heart.
"Aria, if you take one step out that door, I'll drive this blade in. Right now."
"You know what silver does to a wolf's heart. There's no coming back from it. If I die, you die. We'll be torn apart by a broken Mate Bond together."
This trick again.
Years ago, when I'd lain unconscious from the wolfsbane wound, they said he'd held a knife the same way, threatening the Elders
