10-Evander’s Choice

Evander’s POV

“Evander!” Bridget screams, but I don’t care.

“You will not touch her,” I say and throw Lucy’s hand away.

“Evander,” Marcella touches my arm calming me instantly.

I take a deep breath and look at Marcella. She rubs my arm, and I can’t help it. I know I smell like Bridget, and I can’t stand it anymore.

Dexter- Finally his brain is on my side!

Me- Shut

Dexter- Up, I know, I know.

I pull Marcella into a hug and hold her.

“Are you okay?” Marcella asks.

“No one should hurt you. You didn’t do anything,” I say.

“She refused to accept your rejection. Had she done that,” Lucy starts, but I cut her off.

“Had she done that, I would have lost my wolf. Then I couldn’t have been Alpha anyway. There is only one way Dexter was ever going to accept Bridget as our mate and that was if our mate didn’t show up before the ceremony. She cut it close, but here she is,” I say. “The judgement Bridget showed in calling Westmoreland shows she is no Luna. Her desire to not runaway because she would