Soren
Rowan's shoulder dug into my stomach as he carried me through the club like I was some kind of sack of potatoes.
I clenched my fists, resisting the urge to scream at him. Instead, I opted for hitting his back, an action that felt as effective as punching a brick wall since he didn't feel it.
"Put me down, Rowan!" I growled, twisting in his grip. I inserted the Alpha command forgetting I was speaking to an Alpha too.
My words were lost in the thrum of the music, and his only response was a sharp slap to my thigh to keep me in place.
"Shut the fuck up," he barked, his tone curt and final.
