Marco POV
I stalk into the house, my boots striking the tiled floor like thunder. Everyone gapes as I walk through the hallway but I don't say a word to them. Not to Lucille, my mother or the guards who greet me.
My head hangs down, my eyes averted but every step I take carries a tight, coiled rage that makes wolves in the hallway instinctively lower their eyes.
I slam the door to my office behind me and lean against it for a long second, breathing hard. Restlessly, I cross to the window, staring out at the compound at the wolves running drills.
The I drop heavily into the chair behind my desk. The wood creaks under the weight of my frustration. I run a hand through my hair, and stare into the cold wall.
Viktoria is moving on. Just like that.
She has a new guy now. Some stranger
