His words snapped her out of the spell that enthralled her, making her very aware of how quick everything was going between them. It hadn't been long since she discovered that she was a werewolf princess- if none of this was true, she would have laughed at using the term. Now, she had an Alpha who seemed to be very controlling on such a small matter of her friend putting his arm over her shoulders.
Aila growled at Damon in response, who in turn growled louder as the power of his Alpha's voice pushed down at the defiance rippling behind her eyes. Malia was cowering and wanted to submit to her mate; however, Aila only smirked, causing him to narrow his eyes at her. Although she struggled to push back against his will, there was still a sense of power behind her disobedience. She was, after all, a Cross.
