What is this Alpha doing? Accelerating like a predator cha
sing prey, pushing the car from thirty to seventy miles per hour it was enough to make my heart pound in my chest like a drum in a hunting ritual. My wolf instincts screamed at me to cling, to brace, to survive.
Elliot's lips curled into that impossible smile, the one that made the air itself tense with dominance. "I thought you were mute," he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through my bones.
I shot him a glare, feeling my irritation flare like sparks along my spine. "You're the mute here," I snapped, letting my own pack instincts flare subtle, but sharp enough to mark my presence.
He didn't growl or scold. No, he merely chuckled, a deep, amused sound that felt like the Alpha enjoying the challenge of a subordinate who dared test him. His grin widened, sharp as fangs glinting in moonlight.
