Caesar's POV
"Alpha Lucius, without our Alpha's permission, no one enters," Marcus stated firmly.
"I'm her husband!" Lucius snapped, his voice cold with authority.
He might intimidate others with that tone—he was, after all, the powerful Alpha of the Wilde Pack—but Marcus had stood by my side too long to be cowed.
"Perhaps you should ask others whose husband you really are," Marcus replied coolly.
I ignored the commotion outside, focusing only on Viya. My thumb gently wiped away her tears, though they continued to fall.
"It's alright, little sweetheart," I murmured. "You're safe. Cry if you need to."
My gaze caught on a large bruise forming on her arm, and my voice dropped dangerously. "Did Adrian hurt you there?"
She looked up, following my gaze to her arm, then
