My Angel: The Tribrid Alpha’s Obsession
Azren strides towards the exit, Eleanor and Alex shrinking smaller, frozen in their humiliation.
Right before we reach the car, Azren slows. He lowers me carefully to the ground, his hands steady on my waist until my feet are solid.
I'm breathing hard, my chest heaving, my fists still clenched.
Azren cups my face, his thumbs brushing my cheeks. His beautiful blue eyes search mine, glinting with fierce pride.
"Are you good, Angel?" he asks gently.
I nod, letting out a shaky laugh. "They... he pissed himself."