Chapter 83. Evil Alpha

Sansa's Pov

Xavier took advantage of my frailty as darkness engulfed my awareness. He delighted in my anguish, gaining energy from my anguish and loving the satisfaction of fully destroying me. My fists clenched, my teary eyes betraying the sorrow within.

"Have I offended you in any way?" he appeared in front of me in an instant, wearing his T-shirt and sporting a nasty grin.

"How on earth could you?" I burst into rage, my fingers fiercely grabbing his collar.

"By now, you must be craving my touch, don't you?" he mocked me, slowly removing my hands from his collar.

I tried to slap him, but he skilfully blocked my blow. "I suppose you just can't get enough of me," he joked.

I strained in vain to get away from his clutches as he securely gripped my hand and refused to let go.

"Let me go!" I yelled, my rage fuelling my defiance.

"I don't think so," he said boldly. "Besides, I doubt you'd really want that."

I kept pushing him away,