Catherine’s POV
“Where were you!?” Simon’s voice hit me before I even saw him.
I turned to my left and found him standing near the end of the hallway, shoulders squared, eyes burning. He looked like he was one breath away from snapping my neck in front of everyone.
“You’re late,” he hissed as he closed the distance in long, angry strides.
His hand shot out and clamped around my arm, fingers digging into the soft flesh just above my elbow. He yanked me toward him hard enough that my heel scraped against the floor. Pain flared under his grip. “Where the hell were you!?”
In the past, I would have kept my head down and let him drag me wherever he wanted, telling myself he was just stressed, just under pressure, just being the Alpha.
Not this time.
“You are hurting me,” I said, my voice
