In another world, maybe Giselle would have simple submitted, flinched timidly and let him have the upper hand.
In another life, his anger would have been enough to shut her up. But she was her father’s daughter, and Alpha Conrad did not teach her to cower.
Her wolf bristled though, a warning for her to thread carefully.
“I was helping you,” Giselle said sharply, refusing to be frightened into silence. “You’re welcome.”
Enrique furrowed his brows, his jaw tightened, and his eyes moved at the speed of light, down to her waistline. “By letting him touch you?”
“I didn’t let him,” she snapped. “And you would’ve been exposed if I hadn’t distracted him.”
“I would have been fine,” Enrique said quietly. “You didn’t have to put yourself in the line of fire.”
“I wouldn’t have had to if you we
