Bounded to the Alpha

slammed aga

htly at her throat, but the threat was no longer clear-cut. Not just violence. Something else. Something hotter. H

ured, voice low, dangerous.

ght. "I would rather die than be

of his mouth. Not quite

ave to try har

sence of tension-only to find his hand sliding to her waist, possessive, warning. He

voice softer now. "That heat under

ant it," s

and drifted lower. "And I

alm flew

force, and the sting of

le

k, amused. The kind of laugh

, rubbing his ja

" he ordered one of his men, who had just appeared be

ssed, struggling as t

te just handed me the daughter of the last Alpha

screamed. She

the rope tightened around her wrists, the

e

ear. Not f

bond. F

d that more