Desiree pov
I turned my back and I came face to face with my three angry mates and a furious beta, I smiled sheepishly at them.
The man who had grabbed me was still groaning, clutching his hand as he staggered backward, but none of them paid him any real attention beyond the brief moment it had taken to break him. Their focus was entirely on me now, and the intensity of it made my skin tingle.
Grayson was the first to move, his jaw tight, his eyes scanning me quickly as though making sure I was unharmed, and when he seemed satisfied, the tension in his shoulders shifted into something darker.
“You let him touch you?” he said, his voice low, controlled, but laced with something that made my stomach twist.
“I didn’t—” I started, but the words caught in my throat under the weight of his
