Marcus’ Point of View

"Is she alright?" I asked while pacing back and forth. After I put her on my bed, I walked out of the room. We were outside of the packhouse, and Arnold stood with his arms crossed.

"Yes, Alpha. My mate already put something to her bruises," he replied. I let out a sigh and ruffled my hair. I couldn’t control myself earlier. I looked at Arnold and saw him smiling like an idiot. My brow creased.

“Why did you that? You could have talked to her gently,” Arnold said and sat beside me. I don’t know why I did that. My anger got the best of...