Alpha Wayland Reyrem:
No matter how much Alina tried to play stubborn and pretend nothing happened with Bastian, I could see right through it. I didn’t need her to say a word. The scent of that i***t on her skin was all I needed. It made the blood in my veins boil.
I had no idea how she managed to knock him out cold, but she did. And I respected that. Still, the very idea of him laying his hands on her…
The next day, when I saw the bastard heading up to his room, I stopped him.
“Bastian,” I said quietly, deliberately. Just a small touch of alpha mental pressure laced my tone—enough to make him wince in pain.
“Didn’t I warn you about touching my staff?” I growled, this time intensifying my mental dominance.
He clutched his head, buckling under the force of it, gritting his teeth in ag
