“Ooh, look who I got as the first guest,” Timothy greeted Lucas as he unlocked the cell where the former was chained in, grinning as he did, “Welcome to my humble new home, Lucas Sullivan.”
“For the record, this property is mine. You are in my pack, Timothy. This is not your home— you are a captive, our prisoner,” Lucas replied as a matter of fact tone. He then sat down the middle and crossed his arms, facing Timothy.
The atmosphere suddenly changed and tension began forming inside the cold, stone walled room. The Alpha's eyes were sharp like burning daggers, as they directly stared at Timothy's own. It was intimidatingly spooky.
However, the other man was not as easily swayed. His carefree and outgoing attitude helped him shake off the scary looks Lucas was sending. He still managed to
