No room for rejection

Fenrir's POV

Marsai was infuriating me, my stubborn wife was testing the patience that I did not have. I glared at her as she stood there with her thick red curls bouncing about her head, using her precious body as a shield to protect that woman!

"Move," I said but she didn't budge. I glared at the woman behind her, she had brainwashed my Marsai and the thought of that reheated the anger in me.

I watched as the woman called the attention of Marsai and she leaned in, not once taking her hazel eyes away from me. If only you'd look at me, this way in a very different scenario. Tch.

I was still growling deep within me and waiting for the slightest opportunity to pounce because I could certainly not go through Marsai, I could not hurt her. As I looked on, I caught on to what they were saying.

"You'll have to tell him," the old hag muttered.

"Tell him what?" My wife asked.

"Tell him you want to reject him, make it official now"

Oh, fuck no!

Marsai