Warning: Slight Mature Content.
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"We need to talk."
Elara's heart skipped a beat at the solemn tone of his voice. Alpha Harlan usually doesn't spur this kind of voice toward her, —she used to hearing something like dark and husky.
What got into his head?
Rather, Elara took a pace to the closet, she wasn't feeling comfortable under his gaze as it roamed down from her chest and stopped at her lap. The towel was too short to cover those sensitive parts properly and water was dripping on the floor steadily.
Since the closet was built as a different room entirely, Elara had to step in, however, upon opening the door, a hard bang of Harlan's punch on the closet shuddered her.
"Ouch!" She screamed in fear, instinctively covering up her head.
Alpha Harlan pressed her upon the wall, dominating her like her life was at the tip of his finger.
