Ryan's POV
I had not enjoyed the feast for even a second. I could not see Dylan Harris' table to make sure he wasn't touching her or acting inappropriately. He seemed like the type.
Michael was trying to be friendly, "I guess you get your she-wolf afterall, since she won."
My temper flared, normally I would know his humor, but instead, I grabbed him by the throat. He winced, and gagged. I threw him off.
"Shut up, Michael," I said. "Don't talk about her. Ever. This whole thing is your fault." If he hadn't insisted that she fight in the games, we wouldn't be here now, and Alyson would not be sharing a table with another man. She'd denied me, and I couldn't stand the idea of her choosing another.
"Sorry, Alpha," Michael said, rubb
