His grip around me was so tight my ribs screamed with every breath. I cried and begged, but the Psycho Alpha didn't let go. His hand pressed against my stomach, keeping me trapped against his chest, his heartbeat steady while mine raced like a cornered rabbit's. I tried to push his arm away, to twist free, but he only held me tighter, almost crushing me in his suffocating embrace. My tears kept falling. My body shook.
"Please," I sobbed, the words tearing raw from my throat. "Please let me go—I can't… I need to—"
At last, he sighed. Not out of sympathy, not because he cared, but like someone humoring a child. His grip loosened, and the air rushed into my lungs so fast I nearly choked on it.
"Go," he murmured, voice low and sharp. "But don't think I won't be watching."
