Alpha Tristan's POV
My eyes darkened, staring at my son. “F-fa-” he stammered, glancing at Vivienne, who stood behind him with fear in her eyes, glancing at me and then at Scott.
“Father” he swallowed, moving closer to me, but my aura stopped him in his tracks. “I was only trying to-”
“Out,” I commanded, my voice deeper as my wolf almost got out.
He shook in fright, his chest rising and falling. He glanced at Vivienne one more time, then folded his hands in anger. He walked out minutes later, and I walked over to Vivienne, gently leading her to the bed. She rubbed her neck as she slowly laid down.
There were red marks around her neck. I tried my best to remember that it was my son who did this and not some stranger. If it were a stranger, they would never have been able to step out
