All Alarick could see was red. How dare she touch another wolf that way?! And then have the gall to basically take her on a date! She was his mate! Her time was his! Her attention was his! Her touch was his! Everything that had to do with her was HIS! The pain he felt when she caressed and kissed Alyssa was excruciating. It hurt so bad he was pretty sure Ambrose passed out for a few moments while howling and was just now waking back up whimpering and trembling from the pain of betrayal. If Lucifer hadn’t held him back with his power, he was sure he would have ripped Alyssa in half and drug Lilith to his bedchamber to show her he was the only one that was allowed to arouse her.
Alarick barely noticed Alyssa scurrying away, or the councilmen’s robotic movements as they slowly left the room
