Denderick's POV
It was mid-afternoon, and the sunlight streamed through the narrow window in my study, brightening the parchment spread out before me.
I was focused, meticulously going over the alliance details when the door to my study flew open with a bang. I didn’t need to look up to know who it was—only two people I knew would dare enter my space with such disregard. Giselle and her father.
And sure enough, it was the latter.
“Denderick!” Alpha Marcus’s voice thundered through the room, filled with a rage that was as tangible as the air we breathed. He stormed in, his face flushed, his eyes blazing with fury. The door slammed shut behind him, and I calmly set down my quill, keeping my composure.
“Marcus,” I greeted, leaning back in my chair. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Ple
