Demetrius let out a sound so deep and primal it felt like the very earth beneath the plaza was shaking. He rose to his full, towering height, spinning around to shadow Ethan completely.
"You dare tell me what to do?" the King hissed, his voice dripping with a dangerous edge. "Did you not just use this woman, promise her the world in the dark, and then reject her in front of everyone?"
Ethan recoiled as if he’d been struck, his eyes darting around the plaza.
How did he know?
"What... what are you talking about?" Ethan stammered, trying to regain his Alpha composure. "I didn't use her. This is pack business."
The King took a slow, menacing step forward, his presence suffocating the air. "You dare lie to me? I have the gift of the Heavy Gaze. I can see the echoes of your touch on her ski
