Desmond's POV
I called Mackenzie the next day. She came in, sulking. Perhaps she assumed that I wanted to apologize and fix things between us. She reached for a seat without me giving her the permission.
"Don't," I said calmly, but my voice didn't reflect the look in my eyes. She stared at me in confusion, struggling to make sense of my exact mood.
I had been very lenient with her. Apart from the fact that we had something a little above friendship, she had greatly helped in the search for Davina even if she didn't want to. She just did it for me. But in this case, she had overstepped her boundaries.
"Alpha..."
"Exactly." My gaze bore in a hole into her head. "I'm your Alpha. Not your friend. Not one of those people you can get to mess with, and the earlier you place that into your he
