Chapter 68

Nikolai POV

“What do you mean Gray pointed a gun at you?” I growl, checking her over from head to toe as if an imaginary wound might reveal itself. Alyssa stumbled into the room, shaken, tears streaming down her face as she told us what went down in Gray’s office. Mason’s heads-up already had my stomach in fucking knots, but hearing it from her makes my rage flare.

She bites her lip, her eyes red and puffy from crying. “He didn’t technically point it at me.” She sniffles, wiping away a fresh tear. “He was aiming at King, and I just...kind of jumped in front of him.”

Of course she did. She loves him. I would’ve done the same thing. But thinking about her standing in front of a gun, even if it wasn’t meant for her, it’s enough to make me want to put Gray through a fucking wall. I don’t care what his reasons were. Putting Alyssa in danger is never okay.

“That was dangerous, little warrior,” Mason comments quietly from his spot on the bed, shaking his head