Good Things

Derek

Dorian, I repeated scanning the man from head to toe. I felt anger rush through as I saw them holding hands.

"Your majesty," he muttered, bowing slightly. Immediately returning his gaze to Melody as if he was afraid that she might disappear.

There was something about the way he looked at her. He was definitely in love with her. This silly alpha is in love with my mate.

"I see," I replied, still looking intently at their hands. "So, you are Dorian?"

I kept my feet moving until I was closer to them, giving me a closer look at the man's face. Indeed, he has nice features. He was handsome.

"I've heard a lot about you," I clenched my fist as my eyes again darted to his hand. Dorian now had his hand on Melody's waist.

"I hope they are all good things?" He smiled.

Good things?

All he has done in the past few minutes since his arrival was piss me off and he's asking if I've heard good things about him.

No. I haven't heard but seen him do bad things. And he chose to mess with my