46: Choices

Alexa My heart sank upon hearing that threat. My eyes widened, and my breath hitched as I listened to how he planned to kill the people who meant so much to me. ‘How dare he!’ Mythril growled in displeasure at my mind. “You can’t do that, Gabriel,” I said, emphasizing his name. I called him by his first name, without the honorific Alpha. Even if it was just a small gesture, I clung to the hope that he would see himself as my childhood friend again—rather than the cold-blooded killer disguised as the Alpha he becomes. I narrowed my eyes at him, but he didn’t flinch. His jaw was tense, and he glared back at me. “Yes, I can. I am the Alpha,” he said, stepping closer to me. Hearing his arrogant words, I scoffed. “If being an Alpha makes you this cruel, you should have failed the test back then.” My words popped his patience. In the next second, he gripped my throat. Without realizing it, I was backed against the window, my head pressing against the glass. My airway was blocked by his finge