A DAY AGO•••
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[Nikolai]
I dreaded every passing second, my fingers wrapped so tightly around the bedpost that the wood groaned and splintered beneath my grip. It was the only thing keeping me from ripping Phoebe apart as she stood a few feet away, her phone pressed to her ear, dialling Isolde’s number back to back.
Her clothes were torn, shredded from when I’d lost control earlier. Her body was covered in bruises and bite marks that were already beginning to heal. What did you expect? Her family was one of alphas. So she was far from weak despite that delicate, breakable-looking disposition she cultivated over the years.
Harlan stood in the doorframe, arms crossed, his posture tense and ready. He was waiting for his chance to step in and tear me off Phoebe if the need arose again.
