THROUGH THE EYES OF MY ALPHA
I wanted to see her, to understand the emotions she was sharing with me.
My head tilted in her direction, and our eyes met.
Her face was showing no emotions at all, but her eyes were telling me a lot of things - but it all boiled down to one thing: she didn’t like what she was seeing. She hated this part of me.
I dropped my gaze down and took in a deep breath, moving into position as my men turned Manuel’s body around. I tried to block off the sound of a wailing female, pained by her mate’s punishment.