Five Names

"You're not helping the situation," Logan snaps at the man, but the stranger doesn't seem to give a shit about what he thinks.

My eyes zero in on where his hands hold my mate against the glass.

Through the panic, something deep in my chest snarls at the sight. A monster waking from slumber.

"Ms. d'Armand, if you don't control yourself, you're going to force another mana explosion. If that happens, I'll be forced to neutralize you myself, for the safety of the public. Do you understand?"

That faint stirring of a beast inside of me settles abruptly; his words carry an authority that stomps on any rebellion.

Alpha.

It has to be some sort of alpha power. Wolf? Maybe. But the way his words resonate through my body, the way they squash my urge to fight, is not normal. Mere words wouldn't do that.

But words mixed with alpha dominance will.