Genevieve:
"Genie! Look at me," he grasped my arms and pulled me against his chest. As my hands landed on his chest, I sensed his heart pounding like a drum in his chest.
"What are you doing? How can you let her control you like that?" His mother wasn't ready to give us a chance to mend things. She hurriedly approached us while Abigail sat on the bench, crying into her hands.
"Mom! Enough with all this. I don’t want to lose her," he turned to her and warned her not to touch me, but I knew she understood better now.
She wouldn’t dare touch me again after I grasped her hand and left my fingerprints all over her wrist. She must have sensed the power an alpha’s child held.
"You listen to me," he then turned his attention to me while I just stood there like a lifeless doll, my face express
