Liam’s POV
The second the front door creaked open and her intoxicating scent drifted into the room, I was on my feet like a man possessed. Angel. My Angel. Just knowing she was near had my heart racing. After what Alpha Blackwell had said to her—aside from the violent urge to rip the bastard apart—I’d been desperate to hold her, to remind her that she belonged with us, not him.
She tried to play it off. When she turned to us after his brutal insult, her expression was carefully composed, unreadable. But I saw it. The pain flickering behind those stunning blue eyes, sharp enough to tear through me.
My instincts screamed to reach for her, to pull her into my arms and protect her from everything and everyone—but logic made me hesitate. She was fighting to stay composed, to hold onto her pr
