THIRTY-ONE

"We need to do something about Cahir," Asena said in a quiet tone after he spoke those words with raging possessiveness in his voice.

I now understood the problem he had with my dress which I did not see anything wrong in. The dress was shorter than I would usually wear but it was not so short that it would make people ogle me as I passed.

I'd heard about the possessive instincts of Alphas. It was something that pushed them – a drive that made them strive to be more powerful in order to be able to protect the things they considered theirs. Some Alphas had it worse than others but Cahir – the words he said still rang in my head as we walked down the stairs with my hand still firmly grasped in his.

"Now you see that he's a dangerous man," I said to Asena. "You see what I have been scared of all this time while all you thought of was wearing his mark!" I snapped at my wolf, my breath hitching.

An Alpha's possessive instinct can make him destroy himself – after he destroyed everything