#Chapter 111 A Queen

Helen POV Randy helped me sit up while Justin had his claws halfway out into Oscar’s throat. I cringed at my mates ruthlessness returning. He presses the rogue’s back into the table. “Beta, take my mate to the barracks and leave her there this time,” Justin snarled. I furrowed my brow, crawling toward him, but Randy stopped me. “Justin,” I pleaded, confused. “What is wrong? This isn’t my fault and—” “Go!” Justin roared. “I am not letting you skate by the fact you wandered away from my pack before. You will stay int hat cell until I say otherwise. I need time to figure out what to do about this new pixie problem.” “It’s not a problem,” Oscar panted. It’s an honor. They are honoring your mate. How could you sit here and separate them like this?” “She is mine!” I flinched but abided by his wishes. I walked with Randy back towards the barracks at the estate, leaving the lively bonfire and dinner. I stalked further away from my mate but could still feel his lapsing anger