Love and Anger

Adrian

She was in pain, my mate, all the rage I felt when I saw that man's shirt on her, his scent on her, was beyond my ability to control. I knew she was here, I was not mistaken, I wanted to rib the shirt off her, but I wanted her covered until this mess is resolved.

From the minute she walked to the dining room, I fight to keep my heartbeat at bay, what was she doing there, she should have been in the safety of Galleria, her being here made no sense, and her father would not let her get out of the pack, and the look Atlas was giving her throughout the night, made my blood boil, ready to tear him.

But here we are, in the fucker room, and I just laid her on his bed; her injuries were healing, but something was off, a mark has been forming on her hand, three claw marks, black and pulsed with veins, I passed my fingertips on the marks, the room was crowded, alpha Stepha had left, so it was Alpha Gerard, Hunter and Atlas present.

As her pain finally subdued, Hunter took a closer look a