Dorian POV
I lost it.
Seated on the floor with my head rolled back against the couch, a shard of broken glass digging into my palm, that was all I could think about. How I actually lost it. My composure. My control. Over something so stupid. Why had I reacted like that? I didn’t even care—
“Alpha…”
Her voice came soft, trembling at the edges, and I didn’t need to look to know she was still standing there. I kept my eyes fixed on the ceiling with my jaw clenched because if I looked at her—if I saw her face right now—I wasn’t sure what I’d see in her eyes. Fear? Pity? Disgust?
She had been pacing quietly for a while, keeping her movements as careful as possible, like she was afraid of setting me off again. I could hear every shaky breath she took, every hesitant shift of her feet agains
