Varg positioned himself between my legs, discarding every shred of his regal, calculated composure. The Alpha who usually moved with the grace of a silent predator was gone, replaced by a force of nature that had completely surrendered to the scent of my rebellion.
He didn't bother with a formal hold; instead, he used a single, massive hand to pin my wrists above my head, driving me into the mattress with a force that made the wooden frame groan beneath us.
I wanted to open myself to him, to welcome the impending storm, but my eyes—heavy with a mixture of silver-flecked desire and sharp defiance—whispered a final, silent "No." I kept my legs locked tight, a futile and final barrier against his overwhelming mass.
