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I was furious.
The moment I felt his fingers dig into my ass, I knew he intended to squeeze harder if I let him.
So I scratched his hand as hard as I could.
He winced and let go.
The release only gave me a moment, but it was enough.
I straightened my back, spun around, and prepared to run.
Before I could get away, he shot out an arm and pinned me against the wall.
Both of his hands landed on either side of me.
He had caged me in.
"You know, women like you should never be put in suits or any decent clothing," he rasped.
"Your body was made for Alphas."
His hand wrapped around my neck.
I felt his dirty fingers brush against my skin.
I knew he was finding pleasure even in that small moment.
Meanwhile, I simply glared back at him.
While he was mentally undressing me, I was mentally torturing him in ways that would make his skin crawl.
"By midnight, if you don’t come to me and spread your legs, I’ll ruin you."
He stepped closer, making me clench my fists tighter.
I wanted to hit him.
But right now, I had to focus on getting revenge for my brother.
That was the only reason I was holding myself back.
Still, I knew there was a limit to my self-control.
Once I crossed it, things would be out of my hands.
So I stayed silent and prayed the old man would leave.
I shouldn’t have come upstairs.
Knowing a predator had his eyes on me, I should have been more careful.
If I couldn’t fight back, I should have gone into defense mode.
How many times was I going to make the same mistakes?
"You’ll come to me at midnight, or I’ll get you fired."
His grin widened.
"I’ll tell your Alpha King boss that you’re a traitor. I won’t even have to work that hard."
My stomach dropped.
"All I have to do is use the laptop my royal beta confiscated from you. He’ll draft a few nasty emails and send them to the Alphas. We’ll make it look like you’re trying to turn them against the Alpha King."
As soon as he said it, my heartbeat started racing.
He couldn’t ruin this for me.
How the hell had he gotten his hands on my laptop?
That was why he had wanted us to come here.
Not only was he obsessed with women, but he was also trying to get back into the Alpha King’s good graces because he knew he’d messed up.
Then Ragnar crossed my mind.
Honestly, Ragnar wasn’t exactly known for being fair.
I’d seen that before.
Which meant I was trapped in a very fucked-up situation.
"Now go," he muttered.
His hand tightened around my neck before he shoved me backward.
Pressure shot through my throat.
I stumbled, but quickly regained my balance and straightened my posture.
"Remember, midnight," he warned, wagging a finger at me.
Then he turned around, adjusted his coat, and started walking away.
The moment he did, I hurried past him.
I think I heard him grunt as I swiftly brushed by him and made my way back to the second floor, where the event was still in full swing.
Once I was surrounded by guests again, I headed straight for the bar and decided to order myself a drink.
I kept a hand around my neck, gently massaging it.
He had squeezed my throat so hard that I was convinced he had left bruises behind.

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