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Victorious

Adea

“I saw the way you looked at him. I can’t remember a single time you’ve ever looked at me that way,” Alpha growled.

Anger. That’s what I felt. He wasn’t the only one who was angry, he didn’t even have a right to be. So why? Why were the tables reversed? Why was I expected to remain quiet? I had a right to be angry, I had every right. He thought he could tell me what to do, overpower me, own me, and maybe he did, but he doesn’t get to tell me how to feel.

“You may own my body, you may get to decide what I do and where I go, but you don’t get to tell me how to think or feel. You may be my master, but you are not in control of my thoughts, or my heart,” I said calmly.

That was the wrong thing to say. He grabbed my wrist and I was thrown to the floor. The beautiful dress dirty now that I was on my knees. I laughed. I assume it didn’t matter now that he hired and paid someone to have this dress done in haste. The reason for it was over and done with. I dipped my chin, but kept my eyes
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