Abel
I guided Millicent toward the exit, my hand firm on her lower back. Three weeks of maintaining control, of playing the civilized CEO, and it was all coming apart at the seams. The evening had been torture - watching every unmated alpha in the room notice her, want her, try to approach what was mine.
We were about to leave the party, but just before we reached the doors, one last i***t decided to test his luck. Young, handsome in that clean-cut way that probably worked on most women, and clearly too stupid to read the room. He stepped directly into our path with a confident smile.
"Ms. Adams, I was hoping to catch you before you left. Perhaps we could-"
The growl that ripped from my throat was pure alpha dominance. Low, dangerous, and absolutely done with this s**t. "She's leaving.
