Marcel's POV
The chaos from the diversion I had ordered my men to cause drew the attention of the men standing in the clearing. Soon enough, most of them ran to see what was happening, and shouts followed.
I smiled. My men had done their job well, scattering the rogues enough to allow me to step in.
The first thing I saw as I stepped forward was Christina. She was turned away from me, being held by two men, and from the slump in her posture, I could tell she was not okay.
The sight filled me with rage, but I forced my face into a mask of calm. I couldn't let my emotions get the better—not yet.
"Alpha Xavier," I said, my voice smooth and cold as I stepped into the clearing, flanked by two of my guards. "Is that you?"
Not that I needed any confirmation. His ginger hair was a dead givea
