Shirley's POV
I said nothing wrong. How long would I keep playing the victim when he was clearly at fault?
"If he comes any closer, I'd kick his butts, punch his face, leave a scar on him and say, you're not that great of an alpha," I loudly declared, turning around only to find the alpha in front of me.
His gaze darkened on me, his eyes blazed with a fierce intensity.
The muscles in his jaw flexed and released as he ground his teeth in frustration.
I tried to avoid his eyes, as it was charming just like Larry, even when he was furious.
It only meant he was trailing behind me.
Despite the turbulent emotions that reel beneath his surface, he needed me, much as he hated to admit it.
His voice, when he spoke, was low and rough, like the rumble of thunder on a stormy night.
"Shirley,
