LUXURIA.
Rorden's gaze flickered past me, and I watched as his posture shifted—straightening, shoulders squaring, his easy demeanor sharpening in an instant. I slowly turned, my heart hammering in my chest as I came face-to-face with the storm that was Alpha Parthe.
His dark eyes burned with an intensity I hadn't seen before. His lips were pressed into a tight line, his entire frame rigid with barely contained fury.
"Alpha," I breathed, trying to keep my voice steady, though I could feel the crackling anger radiating off him like wildfire.
He said nothing at first, his gaze flicking from me to Rorden, who still stood a few paces behind.
I sensed an underlying war raging between both of them. It seemed they knew each other so well... This was beyond just an Alpha and a prodigal pack
