Chapter 45

Melody

"He said what?" I was in my mate's office, rubbing his back. Minutes earlier, I had sensed anger and discomfort in our bond and decided to go to his office and find out what was happening. The moment I walked in, he shot up on his feet and engulfed me in a tight hug. I could feel the muscles on his back taut; his wolf was agitated, and his forehead seemed to permanently crease.

"That I am not acting like an alpha is supposed to be." He muttered, settling on the office couch and situating me on his lap, my legs on either side of his lap.

"Do not let it get to you; he is used to dealing with issues in his own way." I soothed.

"You mean spilling blood without remorse?" He scoffed, placing his hands on my hips.

"That is not why you're hurt, baby." I said.

"I'm not hurt; I am fucking mad." He ground, tightening his grip on me.

"You do know I can feel your emotions, right? You were angry minutes ago during the meeting, but now you're aching because you feel like your own father does