Chapter one hundred and seventy

AMELIA’s POV….

I squeezed the hem of my dress as I closed my eyes, tears streaming down my cheeks even more as I gasped.

“Stop it, you two. Please.” I pleaded with them as I staggered, falling against the wall as I pinched my skin hard so I didn’t end up losing control of myself, but it didn’t seem to be working as it felt like something was boiling in’s do me and I was going to lose control at any moment.

“She’s not your little breeche, you godforsaken bastard!” Alaric yelled as he flung Alex against a table, Alex gasping in pain as he grabbed Alaric by the collar, flinging him against a wall and I closed my eyes as I bit my lips.

I could taste my own blood as I did this, but the pain didn’t matter. All I wanted was to control myself and not do anything to hurt anyone and that was all that mattered at this point.

“She’s my wife!” Alaric yelled and that was when their voices started to become hazy.

I knew they were saying things to each other as they fought, but I just couldn’t make o