The Alpha novel Chapter 35

Ethan's POV

A low, even growl hums through my chest and throat as I stand there, jaw and fists clenched tightly. Part of me wants to storm the stage and rip into that piece of shit Alpha. The other part of me is trying with all my might to not make a scene. Alphas and other high-ranking wolves from across the country are here and I can't afford to make any rash decisions. Unfortunately, that also means that all these wolves are seeing the large canvas sitting front and center on the stage.

Scarlet's form is in the middle of the painting. Her body is facing away, just slightly twisted as she looks over her shoulder with a come-hither look as though beckoning her lover to follow her. A sheer sheet is clutched to her chest, slightly blurring the side of her breast that is shown and the part of her ass that the fabric trails behind like a train. The rest of her is completely bare. My wolf is going ballistic inside of me, desperately wanting to take control.

After the few seconds it takes me to register the painting of my mate, bared for all to see, I turn to her. "What the hell is this?" I snarl through gritted teeth. She turns to me, her eyes are wide in surprise and brimming with unshed tears. It is clear that this isn't what she was expecting either and I reach out to grab her hand before she takes a step towards me.

"I swear to you, I was fully dressed. I didn't agree to this. This—" she gulps as she tries to regain her composure.