Maria.
I was really fed up with his attitude.
What the hell was wrong with the quadruplet?
Why did he think he had the right to dictate who I could kiss and who I couldn't?
The arrogance in his tone, the certainty in his commands, it made my blood boil. One minute he was accusing me of going around kissing other Alphas, the next he was demanding I share his bed as if I were some possession to summon at will.
Sleep on the same bed with him?
Someone who could easily accuse me of anything at any moment?
The irony almost made me laugh.
Who knows what story would spread if someone saw me leaving his room at dawn? Who would they believe? The Alpha—or the girl already accused once before?
The thought alone made my stomach twist.
And as if trying to buttress his point—prove his dominance—he leaned in again without warning, stealing my breath away.
His lips crashed against mine, forceful and uninvited.
