“You actually make me laugh, Alpha Kendrick.”
Maya rose slowly from her seat, her chin high, her voice cold as steel. Her eyes bore down on Kendrick, who sat stiffly at the long dining table like a king without a crown. “How does it feel? Tell me, how does it feel knowing the woman you once desired—whose entire family you had slaughtered, who you had bound, beaten, humiliated—now stands above you, untouched and stronger than ever?”
She stepped closer, her presence like a shadow looming over his once-proud frame. “Does it make you feel pathetic? Worthless?”
Kendrick’s nostrils flared. With a furious roar, he slammed his fist against the table. Plates jumped, cutlery clattered.
In a blur of movement, he was on his feet and at her side. His eyes—once bright with arrogance—now burned with
