Chapter 77 What She Wants

• ​Elara was fuming, her chest heaving with a mixture of indignation and a strange, hot pulse of adrenaline she couldn’t quite name. She stood in front of him, her small frame vibrating with a silent scream, until Alpha Fenris moved. He didn’t strike or roar; instead, he reached out and gripped her chin, his touch deceptively light as he tilted her head upward.
• ​He seemed to be drinking in her fury, enjoying every flicker of defiance in her eyes. It was the look of a man who had finally trapped the sun and was waiting to see if it would burn him.
• ​“You think you can just do whatever you want,” she hissed, her voice a low, jagged yell that barely reached a whisper. “Just because you have the power? You marked me without my consent. You branded me like an animal!”