Chapter 131

Alaric’s POV

“You told me the code the night I carried your drunk ass to your apartment, remember?”

That was a year ago. He had called that night, begging for forgiveness and was trying to punish himself. I found him at the bar and brought him to his house instead of taking him to our mother’s.

“And out of everything that just happened here, that’s the one question you're worried about?” I breathed, arching a brow.

Nolan’s nostrils flared, and he slammed me against the wall again. I only felt a slight pressure as my head hit the wall, but not the pain.

“Why did you do that?” he seethed.

He wasn’t hitting me.

Why wasn’t he hitting me? I wanted him to hit me.

“Do what? Call you out for being unfair to my wife?”

His jaw clenched. “You came all this way to give me trouble about being unfair to your wife? I don’t fucking buy it. You’ve never been here, and if you really wanted to fucking scold me for the things I said