He's Not the Alpha
"You don't have to like me Leila, but I sure as hell won't let you hate me"
I pause, glaring at him.
"What choice do I have?"
His eyes crawl down my body, making the feeling I've fought to bury bubble to the top.
"The only one's that's available" he Whispered against my ear. "Because I've no intention of letting you go"
Werewolves exist.
Human
Slave
Rogue.
Whichever you choose, their all the same in the werewolf realm. When things take a turn for the worst, Grayson's eyes are turned on me, the little frail human that he orders to lift her skirt but won't ever will. No one refuses his order, but I'm not a possession or anyone's whore.
How persistent can one man be? Especially when there's nothing that points to rewriting the stars of fate.
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