Provoked

"You're not afraid of me." Harry had just retired from his study for the night and was getting into bed beside Louis.

His mate chose to indiscreetly cower away from the Alpha's arms that lay jobless at his sides. "How can you tell?"

"Come here." Harry had no sense of empathy or gentility; he commanded when necessary and simply took what he needed at other times.

Louis turned over onto his other side, facing Harry with wide and cautious eyes. He regarded Harry's rigid side profile in the dark with a mixture of emotions. "I am afraid of you"