Agnes
My stomach dropped the moment those words left the photographer’s mouth.
“Alpha Elijah! Is this beautiful woman your next romantic conquest?”
The flash of the camera was blinding, but not as blinding as the sudden rush of emotions that flooded through me. I felt like I’d been punched in the gut.
“Get in the car,” Elijah growled, placing himself between Lena and the photographer. “Now.”
Lena slipped into the back seat, her face now red from embarrassment and shock. Elijah firmly shut the door behind her, and I heard him growl a warning to the photographer. The cold authority in his voice made even me stiffen, and the photographers backed off just enough to allow him to get into the driver’s seat and pull away.
“I’m so sorry about that,” Elijah said, more to Len
