"What do you want, Alpha Zane?" I forced out, trying to keep my voice steady while trying to ignore the way his gaze lingered just a little too long.
His smile widened, but his eyes only darkened the more. "What I've always wanted," he murmured, and the air suddenly turned to ice.
What did he mean?
Kill me and pass on a message to Alaric?
Oh, no.
He leaned in close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off him. I could smell the faint scent of his expensive cologne.
His broad chest – so broad that it hinted at his strength and power–strained against the buttons of his sleeves, was just a few inches away from me.
He wasn't just any kind of 'strong'; he was the kind of 'strong' that came with absolute control, like he knew exactly how to use every inch of his body to his advantage.
"I want you, Jasmine." His voice was softer now, almost intimate.
The world tilted.
