Chapter 89. Get Your Hand off My Wife!

Adeline’s POV

I watched how Theodore’s eyes moved from Ezra to my thighs where he placed his hand, and that was it, he lost control.

“Get your hands off my wife’s thighs!” he growled.

His palm smacked against the table, loud and angry.

I jerked in my seat, my breath catching as I turned to stare at him.

His eyes were burning with anger and so much possessiveness.

“She didn’t complain…” Ezra replied coolly, his hand still on me.

“I’m telling you to take your hands off my wife!!” Theodore thundered again, this time standing so fast his chair screeched back.

He slammed the table again, harder.

The plates rattled. So did I.

“Alpha Theodore!” my father said, rising just enough to calm him.

But Ezra… he didn’t even move. He stayed right there, calm as the moonlight. Like he’d seen this play out a thousand times.

Theodore couldn’t take it anymore. His anger had outgrown the table, the room, even his control.