Nate's POV
"Dahlia, please. Don't be like this. Try to see the good in all of this. At least we are safe," I pleaded, as the words felt like ash in my mouth.
I reached out for her arm, but the way she flinched made me pull back as if I'd been burned. "Give this new place a chance. You just might grow to love it, sooner or later."
"Please, stop, Nate," she snapped, her voice like jagged ice. She stood in the center of the lobby, the modern glass reflecting the fire in her eyes. "I know what I want and what I do not want at a glance. And I don't want this life. I won't change my mind in a million years."
"What even happened to you, Dahlia?" I shouted, my frustration finally bubbling over the brim. The Alpha in me wanted to roar, to demand the respect my rank afforded, but the man in me was just desperate.
