Rollo was still lost in thoughts about Freya when the door burst open. He hissed at the sight of Brenna standing there, her breathing uneven, as though she had ran down the corridor.
How dare she barge into his office without knocking, without waiting for permission to enter?
“You forget yourself, Brenna. My door is not yours to break into.”
His fingers tightened against the arm of his chair as irritation flared in his chest. The room darken with his mood.
“Alpha, I’m sorry for not knocking, but it’s something really serious,” she said, her voice filled with urgency as she straightened her back, trying to look composed herself.
“You must be out of your damn mind, Brenna. Leave my office now,” he said coldly.
His eyes burned with restrained fury as they fixed on her, authority roll
