Chapter 23

Harry turned towards me. His grip still tight on Ryder's collar. With nearly black eyes he growled. "What Pamelia?" he spat. "Are you going to defend this piece of shit? This piece of shit mate, whom has treated you like nothing but dirt. I knew you had a bad mate, but really Pamelia. Ryder? He was the worst of them all! So tell me again, why can't I beat him to pulp? As I reminder, something he did quite often to you?!" Every word he sad was like a knife being stabbed in my heart. "No," I told him glaring. "You do not need to remind me. I know very well what my mate did to me. But he still is my mate Harry. And your Alpha so let him go." Out of the corner I saw that a small crowd was starting to gather up around us. Luckily most of the pack members were incredibly drunk. And would not remember any of this in the morning. But there were still a few sober enough to understand what was going on.  "No!" Harry snarled, barely holding his wolf at bay.