صوت مشترک

I’m a prisoner of Alpha Deckard, sold by my abusive husband. He marked me, demands my pups, and parades his mistress in front of me. I couldn’t take the loneliness, so I hugged my old friend. That one hug made Deckard look ready to kill. His rage was fiery, his grip on my arm bruising. He snarled his command, no room for argument. I knew one wrong move would cost me everything.