Alpha Scott's POV
I slam my office door shut behind me, the wood cracking against the frame. My hands shake as I pour myself a drink from the crystal decanter on my desk. The amber liquid sloshes over the rim as I knock it back in one gulp.
The phone in my pocket buzzes again. The third call in ten minutes. This time, I answer.
"What?" I bark into the receiver.
"Alpha, it's done," the cold voice replies. "But there were... complications."
"Complications?" I pace near the window, watching the moon rise over the territory I've ruled for decades. "You call shooting the wrong f*****g person a complication?"
"Collateral damage was unavoidable. The crowd—"
"Bullshit!" I slam my fist against the wall, leaving a dent in the plaster. "You were supposed to take out Kira. Clean and simple. No
