Chapter Fifty-eight

Amelia's POV

My mother was someone who would speak her mind if it meant protecting the ones she loved. Right now was the perfect example. She held confidence as if she was born a Luna, Grayson's gaze and everyone else's stares were directed to my family, who, besides my mother and father, looked around cautiously. My breath hitched in my throat as I saw Grayson's family looking towards my family, obviously not liking the disrespect my mother was giving to Gray who was trying hard not snap. His grip on my shoulder was almost painful as his elongated nails turned into small claws. I bit my lip, trying not to gasp in pain.

The air was thick with tension, if it tension was a real thing, I could cut it with a sharp knife. I stared at my mother who sat up straight, looking Grayson in the eye as an act of defiance. She could've been seriously hurt if he was not my mate, he was holding on to the last string of restraint that he had, me. He hurts my family, I will never speak to him again,