She knew full well that addressing an Alpha by his first name alone was a grave sign of disrespect, regardless of their history. She did it intentionally, wanting to provoke him. She heard the collective gasps of shock ripple through the students watching nearby, but she didn't care.
Drake leaned down until his face was inches from hers, his lips hovering dangerously close to her ear. His proximity stole the air right from her lungs, trapping her in a paradox of emotions—she was terrified of his wrath, yet thrillingly aware of his power. What the actual hell is wrong with me? she screamed internally.
A low, vibrating growl rumbled deep in his chest. "It is 'Alpha' to you, little one," he whispered darkly. "And do not tempt me, or I will gladly show you exactly what I am capable of doing to you."
