Scarlett

“Alpha Dickson isn’t someone who gives up easily,” Alisha said, her fingers nervously tapping against her coffee mug.

I lifted my gaze to meet hers. “What exactly are you trying to say?”

“The letter, Scarlett.” Her voice dropped to barely above a whisper. “You know what he’s capable of.”

“So what would you have me do?” Heat crept into my voice. “Crawl back to that hell? Let him treat me like his property again?”

“God, ...