219. Lorenzo
The phone in my grip felt heavier than it should. My instincts screamed at me to ignore him, to let him stand outside my mansion until the night swallowed him whole. But I wasn’t a fool. Alpha Morris wouldn’t have come all this way just for a social visit. If he was here, he wanted something—something important enough to drag him from his cushioned life and into mine.
I exhaled sharply, already irritated.
I tapped the call button. "Let him in," I ordered my guards, my voice edged with ice. "But keep an eye on him. I want to know every move he makes and how many he brought with him."
The guard on the other end hesitated, just for a second.
"Understood, Alpha."
I ended the call and shoved the phone back into my pocket, my jaw tightening. I went back to the room, my gaze
