ZEPHYR
I should’ve ripped his ancient throat out.
The disrespectful words Alpha spat at Hazel still echoed in my head, and I hated myself for sitting through it.
Every second I stayed in that dining hall, forcing my jaw shut, felt like swallowing hot coals. But putting him in his place there would’ve only made things worse for her. That old man thrived on dominance, and right now, I needed strategy, not bloodshed.
So, I decided to leave the area before I changed my mind about pitting him six feet under, and my brothers followed.
The second we stepped into the elevator, I stopped pretending. My fists clenched. My breathing was ragged. Cyrus and Xander observed, both silent. Not a damn word was exchanged between us until our penthouse door clicked shut behind us.
“Are you really going
