I press my lips together, not sure what to do. If I tell him Ellie hurt me, he might… hurt her, right?
No, wait. This line of reasoning has no basis in reality. He doesn't care about me. If he was going to get upset over someone grabbing my wrist, his beta wouldn't have stood there so calmly while she did it. Ergo, there's no point in protecting Ellie. I don't even like her. She's an objectively terrible person.
Sighing, I tug my arm out of his grasp, mildly surprised when he lets go. His brow creases as he stares at my hand. "I just had a little altercation with Rafe's mate earlier. Since I'm human, I get hurt pretty easily."
"Altercation?" Brooding eyes shift from my wrist to my face. "Didn't I make it clear you're mine?"
I stare at him, my mind blank. The absurdity of his claim only rises after yesterday. "No? I don't think it's very clear at all, actually."
