THIRD POV.
Donovan’s eyes hardened, the calm mask slipping further. “I’m your beta, Gareth,” he said. “Not your lapdog. And I won’t stand by and watch you ruin two women’s lives because you can’t decide what the hell you actually want. What the hell is wrong with you, for goodness' sake?!”
Anger roared up inside Gareth, burning away even the smallest hint of guilt that had been there at first. “Enough!" he barked sharply, cracking the air between them. “This isn’t your concern, Donovan. Stay out of it.”
The two men faced each other, the silence as heavy as a coming storm. For a moment, neither spoke.
Finally, Donovan’s shoulders dropped a fraction, but his gaze stayed locked on Gareth’s, unflinching. “Whatever you say, ALPHA,” he said, the title cold on his tongue, filled with disappoi
