Alexander:
The moment I stepped out of her room, I regretted offering her anything.
Something to do.
A job.
Work.
Who the hell was I kidding?
I didn’t want her wandering the pack grounds. I didn’t want her around unmated males. I didn’t want her anywhere near danger, or stress, or even a sharp object.
I wanted her safe. Inside. Protected.
Where I could see her.
And all of that made me sound exactly like every overbearing Alpha she hated.
I rubbed my hand across my jaw and exhaled sharply.
Marcel stood at the end of the hall, arms crossed, watching me with the expression of a man who knew I was knee-deep in my own mess.
“You look like a wolf who bit off something harder than bone,” he commented. “And it seems to me that you are going to rip someone’s head off.”
I glared at him.
