Mated To My Ex's Father (Alpha Damon)
one of the others shouted.
“Stop it,” another tried, grabbing Damon’s arm.
But Damon was unstoppable.
“You do not touch my assistant,” he growled, his voice dark and dangerous. “Ever.”
He hit him again.
The other Alpha fell to the ground, bloodied, groaning.
My hands were shaking.
“Damon,” I whispered, rushing toward him. “Are you okay?”
He turned to me, his chest heaving, eyes burning with rage. He grabbed my hand tightly.
“We are leaving,” he said.