Elena
“Don't look at him,” Mara coldly said as she took my wrist and pulled me to her, blocking my line of sight to Alaric.
I helplessly chuckled and let her sharply glare at Alaric and Hydra before pulling me to our seats—in between her and also the Alpha whom we had just met named Lysander.
“Who was that?” he asked, his eyes held curiosity as he glanced at Mara's line of sight.
Mara sneered, rolling her eyes as she crossed her arms. “That's Elena's scumbag Alpha who was taking out his mistress right now.”
I could only helplessly looked at Mara and gulped down all the words that I wanted to say when I saw how sharp her eyes were when looking at me—as if she were saying that if I dared to defend that man, she would throw me out of here for real.
However, I am not defend
