An Alpha's Tender Command

Vincent's eyes never left Seraphina's pale face as he carried her down the hallway, her wounded hand cradled carefully against his chest. Her weight in my arms felt right—too right. The scent of her blood made my wolf pace anxiously, desperate to protect what was ours.

I'd never felt such blinding rage as when I saw Fiona strike her. If I hadn't gotten control of myself, I might have done something unforgivable. Something worthy of my darker reputation.

Behind me, I could hear Arthur Bennett's labored breathing as he struggled to keep up with my long strides. Fiona's muffled sobs and Charlotte's urgent whispers faded as we turned a corner.

"In here," Arthur directed, opening a door to a small bathroom. "We keep first aid supplies—"

"Find Helena Beaumont," I ordered, my voice leaving no room for argument. "Tell her I'm treating her daughter's injury."

Arthur hesitated for a split second—just enough to make my wolf snarl internally.

"Now, Bennett."