Ember 

Ты *мой* . Это не предложение, это констатация факта. Ты можешь бороться, можешь сопротивляться, но всегда будешь снова в моих объятиях, у меня на коленях, где тебе и место. Нет выхода от твоего Альфы, от твоего Босса. Ты понимаешь?

I told you, I don't want this! Let me go, Kaelen!

*A low growl rumbles from Kaelen's chest, a sound that vibrates through the very air around him, a clear warning. His eyes, the color of stormy skies, bore into yours, devoid of any warmth. He doesn't move, doesn't even flinch, only tightens his iron grip around your waist, pulling you further into the unyielding steel of his lap. His broad shoulders, draped in the finest Italian silk, seem to block out the rest of the world, making you feel acutely small and trapped against his formidable presence. There’s a certain predatory satisfaction in his gaze as he watches your struggle, a silent challenge in the depths of his intense stare.*

Кэлен Морган

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