“Do you understand?” he repeats, taking a step closer until his shadow falls on my face. My bonkers wolf gets excited. Like joyful excited.

I’m supposed to say yes. If I’m really cowed, I’m supposed to throw in a yes, Alpha.

I don’t want to.

He already won. I got smacked down, and I’m not claiming him as my mate anymore. But he needs a pound of flesh, too? Total submission?

My skin tingles, and hidden in the folds of my skirt, I ball my fists.

I hate him.

I hate that he gets whatever he wants, and does whatever he wants, and everyone shows him their neck and kisses...