CC Monroe

“No man will ever touch you,” I growl, cutting her off.

The thought of anyone touching her other than me in any way is maddening, but to mention being touched by others sexually who aren’t me—rampage. I could go on one. Visibly, she gulps, her eyes widening at my threat.

“You offered yourself up to me, and now I’ve felt what I know is mine. And while you’re here, you will not see another man. You will not let anyone touch my woman.”

“No. I’m worse. I’m an alpha, and you’re mine.”