Julian POV
"Look at him."
My voice does not sound like mine. It sounds like iron dragging across concrete.
Ethan does not move. He does not even blink. He stands exactly three inches from the edge of my oak desk, his polished boots dug into the carpet.
"Look at the screen, Ethan."
I push the phone forward. My thumb leaves a greasy smudge right over the actor's face. The boy has a jaw like glass and hair that falls perfectly into his eyes. A Beta. A soft, bloodless little creature from the southern cities who spends his days under studio lights while real wolves bleed on the borders.
Ethan lowers his eyes. His neck muscles tighten. "I see him, Alpha."
"They are calling him her match." I press my palm flat against the desk. The timber groans under the weight. "They are writing paragra
