Zora’s POV
In the midst of the escalating tension, Aiden’s voice cut through the charged atmosphere like a knife. “Let go, Zora,” he commanded, his tone both firm and composed. A surge of frustration coursed through me, manifesting in an involuntary glare as my grip tightened momentarily around the lady’s neck. The room held its breath, suspended in the weight of unspoken words.
We engaged in a stare off that reminded me immediately why Aiden was an Alpha wolf because immediately, I felt all my rage giving way and I felt my wolf begin to cower in the presence of a much stronger power.
Reluctantly, my fingers yielded, releasing the lady from my grasp. As the physical tension subsided, the emotional turmoil lingered. Aiden’s eyes bore into mine, silently urging restraint and filled with w
