Ryan's POV

"Who gave you permission to lay a finger on Selena?!" I roared, sweeping every glass and bottle off the table.

"Alpha, it wasn't intentional... I only thought getting close to her would be—"

"Which finger touched her?"

Quinn’s voice trembled. "My right... right index finger."

"Then go down and pull out that fingernail." I emptied a glass of whiskey, watching him as he visibly shrank back.

"Quinn, remember: someone like Penelope suits you better. Don't waste your energy on what you can't have. Selena is mine, and only mine."

There was a heavy thud as Quinn fell to his knees behind me. "Alpha, your words are burned into...