The Alphas anger

Noah's POV

A cold, sharp anger filled my chest, but my mind stayed perfectly clear. I didn't need to ask what had happened. The scene in the grand hall told me the whole story.

My wife, Valerie , stood in the center of the dance floor. Her chest moved fast with each breath. Her rare red eyes glowed with a fire I'd never seen in her before. And on the faces of Lucien and Malia, fresh red handprints was clearly there

She had slapped them. Both of them. Loud enough to make the hall become quite.

The crowd hung silent, watching. All of them were waiting to see what the Alpha would do.

I moved. I didn't run. I didn't shout. My steps were slow and steady on the stone floor. I walked straight up to Lucien.

He opened his mouth to speak. "Relax Noah, this is a simple misunder–"

My fist smashed into his face before he could finish the lie. The crack echoed through the silent hall.

"You dare touch what is mine?" My voice came out low and dangerous.

Lucien stumbled back, holding his bleeding nos