Azriel's POV
I finished my smoke and looked at Adira one more time before driving off. She was distraught and crying, I hated seeing her like that. She loved Wyatt a lot and was hurt. My heart tightened in my chest as she screamed in pain. The best I could do for her is give her peace and space. I didn't know what she would decide, whether it was to leave or stay with me. Both options made me mad. I got home after 8 pm and as I guessed, my brother and his 'minions' I chuckled at the sound of that in my head, were waiting for me. No one of them liked me and didn't bother hiding it but they respected me.
Wyatt got to his feet, glaring at me " Where the f**k is she?" he demanded, exuding his Alpha aura.
"Who?"
"Don't be stupid, Azriel," Dalla spat.
"And remember who you'
