Marigold POV
I stormed into one of the thirty million guest rooms of Leon’s “totally not a mansion” vacation house, slamming the gilded door behind me. Two seconds later, the door creaked open like a horror movie villain and in stalked Gregor, all storm cloud eyes and Alpha scowl.
I spun around, arms crossing like I was about to scold a toddler.
“What is wrong with you, Gregor?”
He shut the door with a thunk that shook the chandelier. “Nothing.”
“Nothing? You just went full angry-wolf in the living room like Leon tried to steal your chew toy.”
His jaw clenched. “I don’t like games. Sugar pushing you and Leon together—unnecessary.”
“Ohhh,” I drawled, stepping closer just to poke his chest with my finger, “this isn’t about Sugar. This is about you sounding like the green-eyed monster.
