The older alpha slowly crouches down until his knees hit the floor, showing the omega that he isn’t a threat. The move doesn’t work. In fact, it does the opposite. The wolf just turns her head and buries it further between her bent arms and the wall.
“If you don’t take it, you’ll freeze to death,” he warns the other wolf.
The wolf finally speaks, but as soon as she does, Damian almost wishes she hadn’t.
“Good.”
It’s just one word, but it’s enough.
In fact, it’s too much.
Damian’s alpha howls inside her, demanding to be allowed to protect the younger wolf.
To destroy these ridiculous bars—f**k, the entire guardhouse—to get to her.
And Damian would f*****g love to do just that if he didn’t think it would push the already frightened omega right over the edge. If that wasn’t exact
