“Victor!” I cry, pounding down the stairs after him. He’s already at the back door, ready to pull it open and storm out. “Stop!”
He turns on me then, and I can see that he’s working hard to keep a leash on his rage.
I stop dead in my tracks, my eyes going wide, knowing very well that I should not push him.
An Alpha at the end of his tether is a dangerous thing.
“What, Evelyn,” he growls at me. “What can you possibly have to say?”
I reach out a hand, sorrow and apology written all over my face. “Victor, please,” I say, “we can talk about this -”
“Talk about what,” he says, his voice gruff as he takes three threatening steps towards me. “About how you lied to me for months? Manipulated me? Let me believe that I was speaking to a professional while I spilled my secrets to you?”
I bit
