Seraphine's POV
I reached for the wooden crate, but before my fingers could even graze the surface, Theodore materialized beside me like a storm cloud. His deep growl rumbled through the air as he snatched the container from my grasp.
"I specifically told you not to lift anything heavy!"
A frustrated breath escaped my lips. "Then would you mind placing it over there, Alpha Theodore?" I said with mock sweetness.
He hefted the crate effortlessly to where I had indicated.
His overprotective behavior was driving me to the brink of madness. Every time I stretched toward something on a high shelf, he appeared instantly. When strangers ventured too close, his possessive palm would find the curve of my lower back, claiming me without words. The intensity was suffocating, though I understood his heightened vigilance stemmed from Becky's devastating betrayal. His mind still struggled to process that treachery.
