But he wasn’t listening. He pressed me against the edge of the table, his lips finding mine in a desperate, drunken kiss. His hands roamed my back, pulling me closer, his body heavy and suffocating. I squirmed, trying to free myself, my mind racing with fear.
“Alpha Lucas, stop!” I pleaded, my voice muffled against his lips. “I’m not Gloria!”
Those words seemed to snap him out of his drunken stupor. His eyes sharpened, and his expression twisted into something cruel. He shoved me away so hard that I stumbled back, hitting the stone floor. I barely had a second to catch my breath before his hand cracked across my face, the force of the slap ringing in my ears.
“You disgusting bitch!” he roared, his face twisted with hatred. “How dare you trick me? How dare you show your face to me, looking like her? Get out of here! Now!”
I scrambled to my feet, my cheek burning, my eyes stinging with unshed tears. I ran, my heart pounding in my chest, my breath ragged. I sank to the ground, my body shaking with silent sobs. The tears came then, hot and fast, freezing on my cheeks as they fell.