Damon’s warriors stiffened.
Izzy merely lifted a brow, a smirk playing on her lips.
Kieran finally moved, pushing back his chair slowly, deliberately. He rose to his full height, his presence suffocating.
“She’s under my protection,” he repeated, his voice like a death knell.
Damon stood too, his frame rigid with anger. “That’s not the same as hers choosing you.”
Izzy let out a soft chuckle. “Oh, I love this, this is so entertaining.”
Neither Alpha acknowledged her.
Damon’s fists clenched at his sides. “If you truly believe she belongs to you, Kieran, say it.” His voice was low, cold. “Say that it’s not about her father. That it’s not about some damned arrangement.” His gaze flickered to Elisa before landing back on Kieran. “Say it’s about you, you can’t possibly feel something for
