Dom’s POV
I felt my wolf stir. Enough. I shoved Alaric off me, baring my teeth in warning. "Yes! What the hell does it matter? She's my Omega—my wife!"
His growl grew louder, more menacing. "She’s the reason I’m like this!"
I stared at him, stunned. "What the f**k are you talking about? What did she do?"
Alaric’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t answer. He refused to meet my eyes, his fists tight at his sides. There was something he wasn’t telling me—something he couldn’t say.
Suddenly, a commotion echoed from outside, snapping me out of my thoughts. I turned toward the window, my wolf already on high alert. I caught sight of a figure standing outside the gates, shouting at one of the guards.
It was that Beta from the Hunter pack. What the hell was he doing here?
"Fix yourself, Alaric,"
