Alpha Ricardo's POV
Lord Philip stared at me coldly, his eyes burning in anger. His hands were tightly clenched at his sides, and I could see the redness beginning to flush up his neck. “Don't dare me,” he growled.
I scoffed angrily, still holding his gaze. His fists were clenched, his jaw clenched, and a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead. The air was tensed, filled with palpable tension. I stood my ground, refusing to be intimidated by his domineering presence. My mouth was tightly shut, my expression was cold and Stoic, and I never moved. We both stared at each other in blank horror, neither scoffing nor blinking. We were still for an eternity until finally the silence was broken by his words, ''Let me have her,'' He demanded, ''And what makes you think I would give her?'' I respo
