Marco POV
I stalk back into the party, teeth clenched and boiling like a tea kettle. This damn party has gone on long enough and all I want right now is to get to bed. That hot headed Viktoria promised to show and didn't.
What did she think she’s playing at now? Who does she think she is? Defy me as if I’m an ordinary person?
I clear my throat, wiggle my shoulders, forcing them to relax so no one notices how strung up I look. More guests are arriving. Nobles with too much perfume, diplomats with too many questions, warriors with too much pride. But I don’t care about the party anymore. I don’t care about anything except the fact that Viktoria defied me. Me, her alpha.
I spot Kaden talking with a group of young betas and I stride straight to him.
“Did Viktoria leave the party?” I
