Alexander:
I saw it.
The grip.
The anger.
The way Seraphina’s fingers dug into Alessia’s arm like she had a right to claim anything about her, and the way Alessia stood tall in front of her.
My first instinct was to move.
One step. Two.
End it and push Seraphina away from her.
My wolf surged forward, teeth bared, ready to put distance, and fear, between my mate and anyone who thought they could touch her.
But then Alessia turned.
And she didn’t shrink.
She didn’t freeze.
She didn’t look for help.
She handled it.
Her spine straightened. Her voice stayed calm. Her eyes stayed sharp. She tore herself free and cut Seraphina down with nothing but words and presence.
Pride stirred in my chest, dangerous and warm.
She does not need saving. She can stand on her own.
I stayed whe
