Nothing about his stance or behaviour warned me about the fact that he was going to try and haul my ass back to the pack. Alarick’s arm was cinched around my waist, tight enough that breathing was a little harder than it was supposed to, as he lifted my feet off the ground and started to walk backwards, pulling me away from the front door of the hut.
A short yelp escapes me, drowning out the sound of his voice, as he mutters something under his breath.
My hands go on his arm and I dip my fingers into his muscles, leaning forward, hoping to use my weight to have him drop me before we got too far. A cold shiver rushes through my body ad the thrill of it makes me want to throw hands right now.
“Alarick!” I bark unable to hold it back as I start squirming, but the man wraps his other arm ar
