Conrad.
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“Conrad, let him go, people are watching,” Skylar whispered, holding my arm.
I didn't listen to her. My grip around the insolent boy's neck only tightened. How dare he speak to her like that in my presence?
He felt so frail under my Alpha grip, like I could just flick my fingers and he would be dead. The rage boiling within me told me to do so, my wolf wanted it. I could.
But I didn't, listening to Skylar. I released him with a hard push and he crumpled on the ground before me.
I looked up and saw people surrounding us, watching with horror and disbelief in their eyes. They were whispering, they were scared.
“Conrad.” I looked at my side and saw Skylar still holding my arm. I placed a hand on hers and forced a smile.
A group of guards rushed down the stairs to our righ
