THE ALPHA’S BRUTAL CLAIM
"You wanted me to fail," she yelled, her voice shaking with rage and desperation. "You wanted me to prove you right."
"No." My voice was a low, feral growl. "I wanted to know if you'd stand your ground. And you did." You stood your ground, held my life in your hand, and chose to keep it breathing. That was all I needed to see.
Her defiance was a thin wall, her trembling betraying her. "This doesn't make me yours."
I leaned in, my lips a hair's breadth from hers. The scent of her… of wood smoke and sweat, and something wild and unmistakably Lyra… filled my senses. "You already are," I whispered against her lips. "Even in your hate."
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