*Gemma*
“Take off your clothes,” Connor barked savagely, storming into the room.
I jerked to my feet and planted them firmly on the ground, but before he could reach me, Raisa put herself between us, slamming her palms into Connor’s chest to stop his rampage.
“Alpha! What happened? I just sewed that lovely—”
He shoved her aside as easily as if she weighed nothing. But she was too graceful of a she-wolf to simply fall aside. She recovered within a second and pushed me behind her, her own feet planted in front of the male who stole her and murdered her family.
Surprisingly, he jerked to a stop. Even though he was a full foot taller than her and twice as broad, the Alpha looked down at her as if he wanted to obey but was very close to tipping over the edge.
Raisa held power over him. Did he know it, or was he just one member of the fooled audience?