†Noca's Pov†
Even though I had been silent the whole time, my eyes never left him. At first, I thought it was because I wanted to understand how it had been possible for him to beat me the way he had.
How those delicate fingers of his had been able to push me to the floor. How those same fragile-looking hands had been able to land such painful punches against me.
I had used most of my wolf's strength just to heal the bruises, to force them into fading. I couldn't meet my council carrying those marks across my body. No—far from it. The excuses I had fed Thor, my Beta, had been horrendous, humiliating even. Each lie I pitched to explain the redness across my skin and the faint swelling on my face left me feeling stripped of dignity.
That I, Alpha Noca, had been beaten by him? By someone who, at first glance, looked so much like a girl? His face, his eyes, his gaze, everything about the way he carried himself wasn't… manly.
