“Alpha Tomas took great pleasure in explaining to me how quickly my wound had healed once the very last drops of the boy’s blood ran through my veins,” Caleb growled quietly. “He decided that the best way to punish my intrusion was to force me to be a part of his disgusting crime.”
Bell could no longer hold back the tears.
“He knew that because I wasn’t the Alpha of my pack, I had no right to interfere or take action against him. That my job was to keep the peace between us.”
Bell looked up over her knees. Through her blurred vision, she saw his clenched jaw and fists. He was still angry over what had happened, even after four years. It gave her a slight sense of relief.
“But he didn’t know me,” Caleb snarled. “I attacked him on the spot.”
Alpha Tomas was a strong man, a cruel man. Bell was shocked that Caleb had not only attacked him but survived.
