Sera's eyes snapped open wider—shock cutting clean through the fog of her grief.
"What are you doing?" she whispered.
Her heart was racing faster now, pounding hard enough that she could hear it in her ears.
"Bow to your Alpha," he ordered.
The power behind the command was absolute.
Even in her sorrow, her confusion, her broken state—
Sera's glare shot up instantly.
Her tears, still falling freely, did nothing to soften the fury in her expression.
Benedict tugged gently at her arm, his head still bowed.
His hand tightened.
He guided her downward.
And though she resisted at first, her knees hit the wet earth.
A human kneeling before an Alpha.
A girl kneeling before a man who should terrify her.
Eric dropped his hand and turned away as if nothing monumental had just occurred—as if he hadn't just breathed ancient Alpha energy into her skin. He strolled out of the cemetery, hands in his coat pockets, head bowed slightly against the wind, looking infuriatingly casual.
