~Dahlia's POV~
"No." I forced the words out of my dry lips even as my face lit up with a flame hotter than a molten magma. "I cannot share a bed with you. In fact, I do not consent to sharing this room with you."
Alpha Zarek tilted his head to the side as he regarded me, his expression solemn but mischievous— if that was even possible. He leaned away from the wall he'd been watching me from and stalked closer— too close that I instinctively took a step back.
"I'll never touch you without your consent." He drawled, his voice washing over me, and cooling my nerves in ways that I do not care to explain.
"But that is not what I'm talking about!" I snapped, throwing my hands up. "This isn't even about touching me or not—"
"Then why are you so bothered by the prospect of sharing a bed with me?" He asked coolly, interrupting me, "…if you're not scared that I'll do something to you… if you're not afraid that you'll like it."
I gulped, my ears burning up.
Because goddess he was right.
