Damien stood in the archway, his arms crossed over his broad chest. His eyes went straight to Matthew's hand on Sofia's wrist. The sight made a vein in his forehead pulse with fury. To him, this was the ultimate proof. His Beta, his best friend, was still interested in Sofia.
"Alpha," Martha squeaked, bowing even lower.
Matthew didn't let go. He stepped forward, partially blocking Sofia with his body. "Damien, this is too much. She's bleeding. You're going to kill her before she even has a chance to serve her sentence."
Damien walked forward, his boots clicking like a death march on the very tiles Sofia had just scrubbed. He stopped inches from Matthew.
"I don't remember asking for your opinion on how I manage my property, Matthew," Damien said, his voice low. He looked at Sofia, his gaze raking over her messy hair and her sweat-soaked uniform. "Does it feel good, Sofia? Having him defend you? Is this why you whispered his name?"
