Alyssa
Damien shoots an intense, frosty glare at Alaric, "Let go of her hand."
Alaric returns his gaze with a burning look in his eyes, "You are holding what belongs to me. Let go of her!"
Both of them bare their canines at each other, and the air turns thick with tension as the two Alphas challenge each other. And I am the prize. How did it come to this? I am about
to speak, but Alaric beats me to it.
"Why were you even rejecting her in the first place? Doesn't that mean you don't want her?" He says, and Damien turns stiff. "I can see the tears in her eyes and feel her pain. As long as I am here, I won't let you hurt her any further. She does not deserve to be with an asshole like you."
