KIERANI lower his hand slowly, deliberately, keeping my grip just shy of pain, restraining myself from breaking his wrist.“What are you doing?”My voice comes out low, controlled, but I can hear the edge beneath it.So can Leon, if the way he pales is any indication.“Alpha Kieran. I was just—”“Just?” I repeat, not releasing him. My wolf is a snarling presence in my mind, demanding I make it absolutely clear that she’s…That she’s what? Mine? She’s not. I made sure of that.“Alpha Kieran…” Daciana starts, her voice carrying a note I can’t quite interpret. Warning? Confusion?I don’t look at her. Can’t. Because if I do, I might see her defending him, choosing him, and my wolf is already straining against my control so hard that my bones ache with the effort of holding him back.“He was just being friendly,” Daciana continues, and now there’s definitely an edge to her tone. “Is that a crime?”Friendly. The word scrapes against the rawness inside me. I finally let go of Leon’s wrist a
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