Christian’s POV
I paced around the halls with a smile on my face.
“Show me your right arm,” I said as he consciously held his arm under the sleeve of his shirt.
“What point are you trying to prove?”
“Just… show it to me.”
He looked away and decided to avoid looking at me. He was not afraid of going toe to toe with me but that injury he had was something personal he didn’t like to talk about.
“Going for a low blow I see,” he said as I nodded.
“As long as it is an opportunity to take down my enemies, I will take it without letting up on it.”
“You’re just a dirty minded alpha who sees everything as an opportunity to bring down others.”
“I didn’t bring you down. You’re shifting the goalpost right now. You have a scar from your arm right there because of how weak you were. You got into
