Chapter 15

Alexander’s POV

Rage was fuming.

Oh, if there was another word—Rage was definitely raging. I was so darn close to killing Renee and if I had done that, I wouldn’t have regretted it.

Not one bit.

But before being a protective mate, I was an Alpha. And I have to consider everyone else in the pack before my possessive beast, which leaves me with only three fucking reasons why I hadn’t snapped Renee’s head off.

One, because she is still a doctor at the Pack. A very good one at that. But not as good as my little Doc, obviously.

Two, because my little Doc doesn’t even realize yet that she’s my mate. Going to that length just to avenge her would bring up confusion and it wouldn’t be just from her. Rumors would spread throughout the pack house questioning my judgement as well—which of course, I cared very less about.

And third, because I don’t want Danica to think Renee lost her neck because of her. I knew she was always one to shoulder blame