#40

Emily knew Lucian well enough to be able to tell when he was angry… and the way he looked at Jude right now—those eyes that turned crimson red in an instant—she knew that he was practically steaming.

A sudden relief washed over her when Jude finally let her go. She still felt horrible after the man came out of nowhere and started harassing her. The memory of how her brother—no, her devil of a stepbrother—tried to harass her flooded back into her mind. She sucked in a deep breath as her tears fell; her knees felt jelly as she let her back lean against the wall for support.

"A-Alpha," Jude finally said a word; fear could be heard in his voice.

"What do you think you are doing to my wife?" Lucian snarled. In one swift move, he grabbed Jude by the jaw and lifted him in the air without a sweat; his claws digging into his skin. "You smell of lust, my fucking Delta. How dare you lust over my wife?"

"S-Spare me, Alpha. I didn’t mean to scare—"

"Didn’t mean to scare? Who are you fooling, Jud