The Alpha's Stolen Mate.
But Raphael caught my left arm, dragging me back to stand in front of him.
"Did you touch the frame?" He asked, his once calm and cool tone blazing with rage.
I looked over my shoulder and snapped my eyes back to Raphael when he tightened his grip around my arm.
"Did. You. Touch. It?"
I nodded my head, too scared to actually answer with words.
I watched in horror as his face morphed in to a mask of fury. His eyes shone amber and I realized I was in big trouble.
I tried to snatch my arm away from him but he tightened his grip again, forcing sharp nails to dig in to my skin.