Page 12 of Untamed

Bratvabloodline

Bold assumption. Ready to test it?

Test it? What does that even mean? My pulse stumbles, and for a moment, I just stare at the words.

Hard pass. I don’t do alpha male posturing.

Bratvabloodline

Is that what you think this is? Cute.

Cute. Like I’m some naïve little thing he can toy with. My cheeks flame, and I’m about to type something sharp when another message pops up.

Bratvabloodline

Tell me something, Ember.

I freeze. He used my name. My real name. My heart pounds in my chest, fingers hovering above the screen.

How do you know my name?

Bratvabloodline

It’s in your profile. Relax, kitten. I’m not stalking you.

Kitten, again. The word slips through my defenses, a deliberate stroke that feels both possessive and unsettling.

Bratvabloodline

Unless you’d like me to.

My stomach tightens. Is he joking? He has to be.

What’s wrong with you?

Bratvabloodline

Plenty. But we’re not talking about me. Yet.

The confidence in his words makes my skin tingle.

I’m just trying to figure out why a guy like you is wasting his time chatting with me.

Bratvabloodline

Because I’m intrigued. And trust me, I don’t waste my time.

It feels like a warning as much as a compliment. A thrill works its way through me despite my better judgment.

You don’t even know me.

Bratvabloodline

Not yet. But I’m a fast learner.

There’s a pause, long enough for my heart rate to settle, then spike again when his next message arrives.

Bratvabloodline

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