SERAPHINA
Alpha Asher’s jaw clenched the moment his eyes found me. The same cheek I had slapped yesterday was still faintly pink, and his glare burned like wildfire.
Shit.
He stepped back, his expression twisted in fury, as if he were staring at his sworn enemy.
“You blind, you little bastard?” he snarled, voice low and dangerous as he stormed toward me, murder in his eyes. The clearing fell into a tense silence, every Alpha pausing mid-bite, mid-word. All eyes turned to us.
“You think you’re a hero because I let you live after you smacked me?” He grabbed me by the collar, yanking me forward. Some of the Alphas around us lit up with excitement, cheering quietly as if waiting for blood to spill, and hoping it would be mine.
“Now that you’ve touched me like you accused me of touching y
