Chapter 8 Fucking The Alpha--Ii

• His skin was hot under mine, his chest rising and falling as he glared up at me—rage burning in his eyes, but there was something else in them now. Something darker. Hungrier.
• I pinned his wrists harder into the dirt, feeling his body strain beneath me. He didn’t speak. Didn’t beg. That wasn’t who he was—and fuck, it made this better. Alphas didn’t beg. They growled. They fought. They resisted until they broke.
• And he was about to break.