He caught her arm, trying to stop her, but she tore herself free with a sharp, forceful jerk.
"Don't touch me," she hissed.
He didn't retreat. Instead, he advanced slow, deliberate until he stood directly in front of her, cutting off her path.
"You can't leave," he said, his tone calm, almost too calm for the storm raging between them.
She was anything but calm.
"Says who?" she shot back. The words were sharp, yet her voice carried a softness that clashed with the fury in her eyes.
"Your Alpha."
A dry, humorless laugh slipped from her lips as she glared at him.
"Oh, spare me the 'Alpha' act," she snapped. "I'm not afraid of you anymore. I won't let you strip me of my rights. I won't let you manhandle me, accuse me of being a mole, or use me as bait." Her chest rose and fell with each breath. "I'm done playing your maid. I tried, I really did but I'm not wasting my life feeding your obsession with being the big, bad Alpha."
