Delilah's POV
“OPEN THIS f*****g DOOR!” I yelled. “RIGHT DAMN NOW!
I heard the lock click and a man standing in dark washed jeans, a black t- shirt tucked in. He stood at about 6’5. He looked down at me and then looked over at Angel who had curled herself in a ball in the corner of the room.
“You are not supposed to be here.” He growled.
“I want to leave.” I said, trying to get his attention back to me.
“It’s not safe, Alpha. Our trackers sensed an army about 30 miles away. Doctor Dylan warned us that an Alpha was obsessed with you, and we need to keep you safe.” He said, his eyes never leaving Angel.
“I don’t give a s**t what Dylan said. I’m the Alpha and I am saying I want to leave.” I commanded. I knew by this point my eyes were a brilliant shade of violet. It always happened
