Marcus' POV
“Is this confirmed?” I asked sharply with my gaze snapping back to Dean.
“I was there myself when she came in the morning.” Dean replied.
Of course, it was true. It was a stupid question to ask but I just wanted to be sure even though the evidence was simply staring at my face in the newspaper I held.
“Are you going to be alright, Alpha?” Dean asked uncertainly.
I realized at the moment that I was holding or rather squeezing the paper too hard. My wrists had gone white due to the pressure I applied to the paper.
“You did well, Dean. You can go.” I growled.
Dean bowed and exited the office immediately, almost as if he feared being squeezed next.
Once I was alone, I couldn't help but let the rage that was boiling in me flow out. With a loud roar, I swept everything from
