Alexander pov.
Last night... was a lot. A mixture of good and bad.
It started with me wanting to kill, to rip a lot a certain wolf from my pack to shreds. When she came home covered in his scent, I was sure that I would kill him and then I would f**k her so many times, so violently, that she would smell of me for eternity making sure tha everyone that would get close to her in smelling distance would know that she was mine. To my own surprise, only one of the two had happened and it was a good thing, sure my claws still itched to rip him to shreds, but killing one of your pack members wasn't something I should do, no matter how much I wanted to do it, and it would be hard to explain to his family as to why their son was ripped to shreds by his alpha.
And I am sure Amelia would be pissed
