Marked by the Alpha
I opened my mouth to protest, but then the look on his face stopped me short and I frowned.
“You speak of the fight with Morgan,” I muttered, and not missing a beat, the older man nodded.
“Xavier told me of it, you know,” he admitted after a moment. “When it first happened, he spoke of how he’d watched Morgan tear into Layla’s throat after she turned rogue. Morgan tortured your mate.”
His eyes flickered down to the movements of my hands as my fists clenched, but he wasn’t dissuaded. In fact, he didn’t even break a stride as he relayed everything that Xavier had told him.