THIRD POV.
Alpha Smith ended the call with Samuel and tossed his phone onto the unmade bed, letting out a low growl of frustration. His hand ran over his neatly styled hair, now slightly messy, as if trying to smooth away the irritation clawing at his chest.
Samuel’s voice still echoed in his mind: “Being an alpha means nothing if you can’t deliver..."
Of course, he could deliver. He had it under control. Or so he told himself. But the doubt in Samuel’s tone had penetrated his initial confidence and was now feeding the quiet voice in the back of his mind that he didn’t want to acknowledge at first.
Pacing the length of the room, alpha Smith couldn't help but let out another growl. He was beyond frustrated. Today, there was a thorn in his flesh that he couldn’t dislodge, a single name w
