Looking back at it now, Cedric finds that he had no idea what had come over him that led him to interfere and stand up for her. All he knew was that he’d been overcome with a very violent anger, infuriated at the fact that Caleb’s mate had been talking down to her.
But why? Why had he felt the need to stand up for her, especially in such a forceful manner? After all, he had been consciously trying to keep his distance, to maintain the façade of the feral beast he had been made to become and eventually had begun to believe himself to be.
Besides, she was an Alpha wolf, her dominance second only to his in the whole of the pack and probably even beyond, and something told him that if they weren’t mates, her dominance might have even been greater than his. So why was it that she’d let herself be blatantly disrespected by a common wolf?
Could it be that she was trying to keep her true form hidden? And if so, why? What would it change for them to know that she was way more than she was letting on? The more he thought about it, the more irritated he became. And this time it wasn’t anger fueled by his wolf’s emotions, no, he was furious, and even his wolf was a bit surprised and quiet, grating on his nerves even more.
He could feel her footsteps behind him, threading featherlight, almost like she was afraid of provoking his anger.
Afraid? He rages internally at his own thoughts. Couldn’t she see that he couldn’t for the life of him harm a hair on her head? She was like a leash, an anchor that kept him stable, and yet she was still afraid?
He bounds into the throne room and collapses on the throne, his anger seemingly only tripling with each passing second.
“Why the hell would you let them speak to you like that?” He growls as soon as she steps foot into the room, watching as she freezes, slowly lifts her head to look at him and blinks.