33

SUNDAY

Anger boiled in my veins, uncontainable and near painful. My skin felt like a live wire had touched it, an electric current racing across every exposed inch. All I knew was I needed to dominate this threat in front of me. Kingston was here to take my freedom, just like everyone else in my life had done from the time I was born. I wouldn’t cave to him.

A growl ripped from somewhere deep in my chest as I gripped his shoulders and pinned him to the ground. Searing pain burned through my fingertips where they dug into his skin, making his eyes widen.

“Sunday!” Alek shouted in panic.

“Stop. I’ve got this,” Kingston said. “Just go. You’ve done enough.”

Alek’s palm hovered over my shoulder. I could feel his energy even though he didn’t touch me, wasn’t in my line of sight. It should’ve unnerved me that I knew he was right there without seeing him. But I was too focused on the wannabe Alpha in my grasp.

“You’re still a cocky asshole, Kingston. Even when I’ve got you beat.”