Cynthia Dion:
He looked angry when he held my hand and registered what I was going to do.
"Not this time, Cynthia!" he grunted under his clenched jaw, "you wanted to be a w***e of the Rogues? I’m going to make you that right now," he mumbled with determination, making me worried about his plans.
"What---ouch!" I tried to speak, but his grasp against my wrist silenced me before I mustered the strength to speak again.
"Atticus! Set me free," I cried, but he didn’t budge. He let go of my arm and grabbed my shoulders, pressing them firmly before ripping my shirt off my shoulder.
I was so shocked that I couldn’t gulp for a second.
"What are you doing?" I gasped anyway.
"Don’t you f*****g touch me," I warned him, but he wasn’t afraid of an omega like me. His hand coming into contact with
