The silence in the parlor was thick enough to choke on. The air crackled with lethal intent as Roman’s gaze swept over the groveling wolves.
"I asked a question," Roman said, his voice deadly quiet, lacking the booming volume from before but carrying a far more terrifying promise of violence. "Who dared to bare their fangs at my Queen?"
Carter let out a pathetic, high-pitched sob. The Elite Alpha, a man who had strutted into the room just moments ago like he owned the world, was literally trembling in a puddle of his own sweat.
"M-My King! I didn't know!" Carter wailed, not daring to lift his face from the floor. "I swear on my life, I didn't know she was yours! It was her!" He pointed a shaking finger at Ashley, who recoiled as if she'd been burned. "Ashley told me Sloane was mated to
