"Welp, I'm out." Gerald was quick to leave, not wanting to witness the chaos that was going to happen. If one thing was for certain, it was that Killorn would never strike a woman—he knew better than to become like the late Alpha.
"I-I am s-sorry. I-I was just curious," Ophelia shakingly revealed to him whilst shakingly tried to back away, but then, her back hit the railing.
Killorn followed her every step of the way, his grip firm on her nape.
"I-I won't do it again," Ophelia told him. "I-I thought i-it'd be about your d-departure, so I j-just wanted to listen."
Killorn narrowed his eyes. "Did you hear everything?"
Ophelia's lips trembled. She hated how easy she cried, it only happened when her emotions were high. She was horrible with confrontations, no thanks to her childhood. She never intended to shed tears, but it always happened when she was extremely angry, scared, or hurt.
"Well?" Killorn pressed in a warning and tense tone.
