Nikolai

My jaw's clenched so tight I swear I might actually crack a molar.

Alyssa's riding Mason like she's got something to prove—like every bounce is laced in vengeance. Her eyes burn with a cold fire, the kind of ruthless command she only pulls out when she's been pushed too far.

And God, it's beautiful.

It's the kind of sight that makes you want to crawl just to worship her feet. To beg for her touch, whether she gives it to you or not.

We knew she'd be ...