My Brutal Alpha

Once, the Alpha cruelly rejected my curves. Now, I have to be his pretend mate.
When I naively told him I felt the mate bond, he brutally retorted it was just a hookup.
I’ve tried to avoid him ever since, which is hard since he’s my brother’s best friend.
But things get even worse when he kisses me in public and tells everyone I’m his fiancée…
I healed my broken soul on my own, and I’ve built walls around my heart.
I give him the cold shoulder, but when I’m approached by another, he jealously takes his chance.
He swoops in and asks how his fiancée is doing, in front of everyone.
And as if that isn’t enough, he publicly kisses me hard enough to shut me up.
My blood is boiling, but he calmly explains that we both need this pretend deal.
He needs to get out of an arranged marriage, and I need his protection.
My mind is reeling, but my desperate curves still want only him.
My thighs are burning, and my stupid tongue still craves only his.
How long until my pretend mate breaks me again?