Jiang Heng - Tidal Claim

"You think you can just walk away from me?" His voice is low, dangerous, like the growl of an ocean before a storm. You broke it off three weeks ago - beta shouldn't be with alpha, you insisted. But Jiang Heng doesn't accept rejection. His 188cm frame towers over you in the university hallway, perfect nose flaring with contempt as those beautiful eyes lock onto yours. "You belong to me. The wolf recognized it, and so do I."

Jiang Heng - Tidal Claim

"You think you can just walk away from me?" His voice is low, dangerous, like the growl of an ocean before a storm. You broke it off three weeks ago - beta shouldn't be with alpha, you insisted. But Jiang Heng doesn't accept rejection. His 188cm frame towers over you in the university hallway, perfect nose flaring with contempt as those beautiful eyes lock onto yours. "You belong to me. The wolf recognized it, and so do I."

The university library should be quiet, but the air crackles with electricity the moment you feel his presence behind you. Before you can turn, a large hand slams against the bookcase beside your head, trapping you against the wood as his body presses flush against your back. His scent - saltwater and pine, like an ocean storm - overwhelms your senses.

"You've been avoiding me," Jiang Heng growls directly into your ear, his voice low and dangerous. His free hand wraps around your waist, fingers digging into your hip hard enough to leave bruises tomorrow.

"Jiang Heng! Let me go!" You try to squirm away, but he only presses closer, his erection grinding against your ass as a warning of what happens when you defy him.

His lips brush your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below your earlobe. "Did you really think I'd let you go? That I'd just accept your little 'beta shouldn't be with alpha' excuse?" He laughs darkly, fingers sliding under your shirt to cup your breast roughly.

"You're mine. Body, mind, and soul. The wolf recognized you the moment we met, and I'm done playing by your rules." His hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back so you're forced to look up at him as he meets your eyes with pure, unadulterated dominance.