Whipping me around, he fisted my collar and brought me in, pinning me between his body and the counter. He looked down into my eyes, and I breathed hard, a lock of hair brushing against my mouth. “You like alphas?” he challenged me. I sharpened my eyes on him. “We want what we want.” He glared, those words far more familiar than he wanted to remember, and if I weren’t so fucking scared, I’d laugh. Growling, he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. “Time to meet one then,” he said.
