Lyra
While I was driving, I couldn't help but glance at Mr. Zane from the backseat who was hissing while he was touching his jaw again, thumb rubbing the edge where Elysia's nails had left long angry scratches. The skin was swollen, irritated, and crimson. Some of the dried blood had flaked off onto his collar.
He winced lightly as he wiped the last bit of dried blood off.
Seeing this, I let out a heavy sigh. Honestly, I didn't know what to say at this situation. This wasn't my first time seeing him being clawed and got hurt by his mate—it's a good thing that he won't fight back at her, otherwise his mate would surely suffer a lot.
After all, Mr. Zane is an Alpha and Alphas were dominant and strong.
He must've felt my stare burning holes in front of his face, his eyes fell
