Melissa's POV
At least Paxton is fully clothed. And I am not. I still don't understand why I am feeling glad that Paxton is clothed. I shut my legs up and Paxton is now on his legs. He shielded me by standing before me. I search for my clothes and they are out of my reach.
Thankfully, no one else came into the room except the monster. And he has a cigar in his mouth. His usual black shirt and brown blazer. A look that makes me want to punch him straight in the face. But I cannot. Even with the Alpha blood in me, I still cannot. Because somehow he is stronger than I imagined him to be.
"You are on your knees for her, boy?" I hear Paxton's father chuckle but Paxton is still standing before me, his both fists clenched on either side of him.
"She should be on his knees for you, because
