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Alpha Loren

Chapter 7 Nincompoop in Tin Foil

October 11th

“Oh, sweetheart. You thought you could run?" He snarled.

I just lay still, staring to the side at the trunks of the trees, "Can you get the fuck off me please?" I asked.

He grabbed my chin and yanked my face back to look at him.

"Watch your mouth," He said still in a deep tone.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,-" I began purely to get on his nerves.

I was interrupted by his hand snapping to my neck. He held a firm grip - not suffocating but clearly a move of dominance.

"Are you trying to provoke me?" He snarled in my ear. "Because trust me, darling, you do not want to fucking see me at my worst."

"How come you're allowed to curse and I'm not?!"

"Because I'm the Alpha," he replied. "Now tell me where Luca is," he ordered, looking deep into my eyes as his hand remained around my throat.

"Um...well he...um," I stuttered reaching my hands up to his that was still around my neck in an attempt to prise his fingers off.

"Spit it out, woman," he hissed, only gripping tighter.

"He's escorting my brother to the edge of the pack territory," I blurted.copy right hot novel pub

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