Caroline's pov
“Please. This ends now.”
My words hung in the tense night air, but Peter didn’t release Alex immediately.
He huffed for a second, his dark short hair blowing his face slightly yet he doesn't move an inch to tuck it like he was did.
He held him there for a few more agonizing seconds, staring into my eyes with that intense, possessive fire that made my knees feel weak.
Alex looked like small pray in his hold, and I couldn't help but feel the pain of seeing someone get hurt because of me.
Finally, with a low growl of frustration, he shoved Alex backward.
“It seems my wife is begging for your mercy....How pitiful.“ Peter snarled.
Alex stumbled but caught himself, breathing hard as he glared at Peter.
“You....You are crazy..no .. you're a lunatic!“ Alex coughed so ha
