Alpha Salvatore (by Crystal L) novel Chapter 2

Aria:

“Let me go.” I muttered, trying to pry away from the guards who held me by my shoulders.

“You should have thought better than to challenge the Alpha.” One of the maids, who was escorting us, muttered to me as she walked ahead of me.

They dragged me to his chambers like a prisoner.

The door slammed shut behind me, the lock sliding with a heavy click that sounded final.

For a moment, the silence pressed on my chest, and I looked around for a way out of this place.

Then I heard him.

Alpha Dominic Salvatore, standing by the window, his back to me. The moonlight caught the edges of his frame, broad shoulders, tense posture, veins flexing down his arms.

“You should have knelt,” he said, voice sharp as the blade at his hip. “Even the idea of you speaking back the way you did should have gotten you killed.”

“Then why didn’t it?” I asked, testing him. “I wouldn’t have minded. I would have been free of all this.”

He turned, and I wished I hadn’t spoken. The look in his eyes wasn’t anger, it was hunger restrained by sheer will. His jaw ticked as he took a step toward me.

“The bond doesn’t lie,” he said. “I smelled it on you. Felt it. And I chose to give you a second thought. I doubt that a slave should be questioning that.”

“You already have a Luna,” I snapped. “Or did the Moon forget to tell you that? Again, I am no slave.”

Something dark flickered across his face. “She’s chosen. Not fated. A pure blood.”

“So I’m what? A mistake?” I snapped. “Or am I an inconvenience to your pleasure. Regardless, you can find pleasure elsewhere.”

He stopped just in front of me, close enough that I could feel the heat coming off his body. “You’re a complication, a tempting one,” he murmured. “But one I’m going to fix.”

Before I could react, his hand shot out, gripping the back of my neck. Not painfully, but with a dominance that stole my breath. His eyes locked on mine, unblinking, daring me to look away. My heart raced against my chest, and despite myself, heat coursed through my veins.

“You want to play strong?” His voice dropped low, velvet over steel. “Let’s see how long that lasts when I test the bond.”

I shoved at his chest, but he didn’t move. The air between us burned. I could feel his restraint slipping, the pull between us deepening until my knees went weak.

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