“How dare you touch your Luna that way?!”
“Alpha, I apologize if I have offended you. It will not happen again.”
Declan’s voice rang around the halls of the manor. He had spent an entire hour raging over his twin brother’s mistake, missing even dinner time. Lowell on the other hand, just bowed his head low and answered only when it was absolutely necessary.
“Enough of this already,” Clarisse tried her best to end the issue, “It’s not like Lowell did anything malicious.”
“Clarisse, you are my wife,” Declan barked back at her. He grabbed her wrist with one big hand and raised them to be leveled with his bloodshot eyes, “No one is supposed to touch you other than me!”
“Get a hold of yourself!” Clarisse whispered in a forceful manner, “You are losing your cool over something so trivial. And might I remind you, I am no longer your Luna, nor your Mate.”
