Raven's POV
His voice dropped, dangerously low, and the tension in the air thickened. He leaned in closer, just enough to make my pulse spike, and I couldn't suppress the shudder that ran through me. The way he spoke, the way his presence seemed to consume everything around us, was overwhelming.
"Want to deny it?" he taunted, his words dripping with malice. "Just by scenting my power alone, your slutty body will submit. You'll crave me."
My heart slammed in my chest as his words sank in, deeper than any insult could ever cut. My face went pale. I wanted to scream, to slap him, to run as far away as possible, but my body... my body betrayed me. Just the idea of submitting to an alpha—to him—was enough to make my stomach turn, yet a part of me... craved it. I hated it. I hated myself for it.
