Chapter 9: Protecting Ryker

ROSE

Dead was an understatement. As soon as the brunette with grassy green eyes looked at me, I saw her smile for Deamian turn to a scowl of resentment for me.

"You. What are you doing here?" She spat, crossing her arms over. Although she had every right to be angry, she was still talking to her alpha and I was not one for letting others disrespect me.

"Excuse me, but I am not a dog that you can just speak to like that." I said. It was then that Deamian spared the both of us confusing glances.

"You sure do act like a dog! And you look like one too. Like a mutt." And that was it. That was a boundary she overstepped... not even overstepped, she leapt across it and stomped on it.

I could feel my claws elongate and my fangs as well. I let out a low, angry growl which ripped from my chest. But she didn't look like she was scared.