ALPHA DEIPH’S POV
I withdrew from Nylah’s quarters, Cristian’s discontent simmered in the recesses of my mind. His umbrage stemmed from the hurtful words I had uttered to our mate, and I could sense his disapproval. Nevertheless, I remained unrepentant, my resolve unshaken.
“Cristian, your censure is noted,” I silently acknowledged, my mental tone firm but controlled, “However, my actions were necessary to assert my dominance and ensure Nylah’s protection,”
Cristian’s chagrin was palpable, his presence in my mind like a lingering shadow, “Protection?” he growled, his mental voice laced with skepticism, “You call hurting her protection?”
I winced inwardly, my conscience twinging with remorse. Yet, I refused to yield, “I did what was necessary, Cristian. She must understand her place and
