Alpha Loren
he said, “You look about fifteen, you’re barely six foot and you’re unarmed. You want to pick a fight with me on my own territory?”
“Elias, you should go,” Jess said, “Tell Cato, I’m fine.”
“For now,” he added with a sly smile.
He had inches and decades on me. And if he had been on the wrong side of Alpha Loren and lived to tell the tale, he wasn’t a force to reckon with. But I hated the way his hand rested on Jess and how white her skin had turned. Jess was tough. I’d never seen her like this before.
“Elias, go,” Jess repeated.