TWENTY-THREE
GRIM
I wanted to kill them. Every cell in my body throbbed with red-hot fire as the four alphas pawed at my mate, kissed her and murmured possessive words of devotion. Only Annabel’s unwavering hold on my hand kept me grounded enough to remember my vow: I would give anything to undo what I had done—the future I had doomed our daughter to.
Even allowing these men to touch her.
The purring… helped. A little. As much as I fantasized about ripping Magni’s fingers off one by one as he curved them around one of Annabel’s breasts, it was as smidge easier to resist with the unwavering rumble vibrating through my body, even if I wasn’t its creator. I wasn’t even sure if I could purr. I’d never had the inclination, not even with Annabel in my arms, but my instincts responded to its
