Chapter 122 He Cant Hurt Her

• ​There was pin-drop silence in the study. Alpha Fenris stood up from his chair, walked around the massive mahogany desk, and leaned back against it. Elara couldn't control her anger; her hands clenched so tightly at her sides that her nails bit into her palms.
• ​“Let him go. And don't give me the excuse that he tried to kill me,” she said before he could utter a word. He was so close to her now that she could smell the familiar, intoxicating scent of his cologne mixed with woodsmoke. Alpha Fenris just stared at her, his expression a cold mask. “I'm no one to you… so why are you punishing him?” she added, finally averting her eyes.
• ​Her words seemed to trigger something deep within him. A flicker of something dark and possessive passed through his golden eyes.