Xavier POV
I should have known that bastard would try and play games with Alyssa. I should have put a stop to his interference instantly, instead of stepping back and allowing him to put his slimy hands on her and dance. I didn't want to make a scene, out in public, nor embarrass Alyssa, but eventually, my temper got the best of me and I told him to get his hands off my wife. My eyes had already darkened, my wolf feeling murderous towards my stepbrother, the inclination to tear him limb from limb, at the forefront of both our minds.
"Xavier, he wasn't doing anything wrong" Alyssa protested as I stared at her, the bastard smugly walking away with his intrepid wife, who followed along obediently, without uttering a sound.
"Don't lie to me" I snarled, glaring at her, "I saw him put hi
