Damian’s POV
“Alpha?” Marcus called out again. His voice shook like he was staring at an alien. “Are you... are you okay?”
His words snapped me out of my trance.
I wiped that foolish grin off my face right away. My jaw tightened, and my features went cold as a block of ice.
“I’m fine,” I grunted, my voice low and rough.
I looked down at Keith. He was still sitting on the floor against the cracked wall, rubbing his neck where my fingers had dug in. His face was white as a sheet, and he was gasping for air like a fish out of water.
“Get up,” I said coldly.
Keith scrambled to his feet so fast he almost tripped over his own boots. He kept his head down, staring straight at the carpet. “F-Forgive me, Alpha! I did not know the little girl was under your protection!”
I didn't answer him.
