Alpha Liam’s POV
I couldn’t rest. How could I rest when the image of her hands wouldn’t leave my mind?
Her fingers were trembling and bleeding, but she didn't stop. Why?
And that stupid look in her eyes when I entered and how it changed when I scolded her.
I paced across my room, my boots striking the floor with strong and restless steps. The fire in the hearth kept burning, but it did nothing to warm the irritation burning inside me.
Why didn’t she fight for herself? Why didn’t she refuse when Aria asked her?
She wasn’t a child, she was an adult for crying out loud. And yet she let Aria push her around like she was nothing.
I hate weakness, it makes me mad. But what angered me more was the fact that I saw her hurting herself.
A knock came at my door.
I didn’t answer.
It opened
