Thorne's POV
“Alpha, are you sure you’re okay?” Tyler asked, his voice laced with real concern.
I swallowed hard, my throat tight. The heat crawling under my skin was getting worse, spreading like wildfire through my veins. My wolf, Scar, was going wild inside my head, pushing images I didn’t want and couldn’t stop.
I didn’t answer Tyler. Instead, I growled, “Take care of things here.”
I didn’t wait for his reply. I turned and walked away fast, my body buzzing in a way I couldn’t control. Every step felt heavier. My clothes suddenly felt too tight, too hot. Sweat beaded on my forehead despite the cool morning air.
By the time I reached my office, I was breathing hard. I slammed the door shut behind me and locked it. My hands shook slightly as I dropped into the chair behind my desk. T
