Elena
My fingers curled slowly into fists at my sides, nails digging into my palms as if that alone could keep me grounded.
However, it wasn't enough. I wanted to lash out.
To make these reporters disappear in front of me even if it means I have to dye my hands with red.
I was about to raise my hand when someone pushed through the crowd, its killing intent surged—not to me, but towards the reporters that they couldn't help but tremble as they dropped onto the ground, especially those who were lower than the Alpha who suddenly appeared.
“Move out!” his voice angrily pierced through the crowd and before I could realize what was happening, a hand firmly wrapped around my waist, pulling me to his arms and buried me deeply to his chest, as if to hide me from the world.
To hi
