CHAPTER 17
MAEDamon grabbed Brett by the neck again and violently shook him, every muscle in his body taut with fury. Brett clawed at Damon’s hand, trying to pull it away from his esophagus, but Damon tightened his grip and pushed his claws into his neck.
Distraught, I glanced between Brett and Damon with tears in my eyes. If Damon hadn’t shown up, Brett could have done more than just kiss me, and even my best fighting skills wouldn’t have been able to protect me. No matter how much Luca had trained me, I lost all sense of thinking in a situation like that.
“Damon, let him go,” I pleaded for Damon’s sake, clutching onto his bicep and pulling him away.
If he lost control and killed Brett, he’d be thrown in jail, and his pack would be alpha-less. Everything that Samuel had told me Damon
