Scarlett's POV
"What?" Ethan rasped, his voice rough, heavy with alcohol. He didn't let go of my wrists. Instead, he pinned them above my head. "Can't I touch you? I bought you, remember?"
My heart slammed against my ribs. I frowned, searching his face for any trace of the man who had defended me downstairs.
"Ethan, you're drunk," I whispered, my voice trembling. "You don't know what you're saying."
He stared at me for a long, agonizing moment, his thumb brushing lightly over the pulse at my wrist. The raw power radiating from him made it difficult to breathe. Even like this, intoxicated, he was still an Alpha.
Fear tightened around my throat.
Then, he suddenly scoffed. The intensity vanished as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by a bitter, dark humor.
