Alpha Lorcan’s foot slammed on the accelerator, the engine’s roar a beast in the night as he tore through the empty streets. His knuckles were white on the wheel, his eyes burning with rage, every muscle in his body coiled tight like a spring ready to snap. Marigold, his so-called loyal lover, sat in the passenger seat—silent, invisible in his storm. The wind howled through the open windows, but it couldn’t drown out the tension that simmered between them.
The moment the tires screeched to a halt in the garage, Lorcan was out of the car before it had fully stopped. He yanked Marigold from her seat with one savage tug, dragging her across the pavement by her wrist, his grip unyielding.
"Explain yourself!" His voice sliced through the stillness, low and dangerous, an animalistic growl that
