THIRD POV.
Alpha Gareth sat behind his desk in his office, his knuckles whitened against the polished oak surface, and every muscle in his jaw clenched tight with rage.
Opposite him stood Donovan, trying and failing to remain unaffected by the Alpha’s storm.
“He shouldn’t even be here anymore!” Gareth’s angry and sharp voice cut through the silence. “Imagine the outsider, that stranger who knows nothing about our kind, daring to set foot in my territory and trying to take what belongs to me! And as if that isn’t enough, he actually had the guts to put his wretched hands on me!”
“Alpha, please,” Donovan urged, his voice edged with caution. “That was hours ago, just let it go. We have a bigger issue to deal with right now.”
Gareth’s eyes, sharp as a predator’s, locked onto Donovan. “An
