Veronica POV
Veronica stood still, frozen in shock. Was Brax fighting for her? Claiming her? But he was just about to be mated to Talia, or was she missing something?
“If you don’t want to hand me the Siren, I would be happy to kill everyone in your pack,” Alaric repeated.
Veronica made careful steps towards Brax, who was glaring at Alaric, all the while shaking as he tried to keep his wolf under control.
“Veronica! Stay there!” Brax warned, pointing a finger at her without breaking eye contact with Alaric. The pack members had all stood up from there chairs, gaping at the spectacle. Some with fear, others with a sort of excitement almost.
“Well, Alpha Braxton, what is it going to be?” Alaric drawled, almost sounding bored.
“Oh, just give her the damn b***h!” One of the councilmember
