Adriel POV
"Get out before I tear your throat open," I growled, my voice vibrating through the floorboards.
Audrey flinched, her heels clicking rapidly against the polished hardwood as she backed away from my desk. The smug grin she had been sporting all morning finally vanished, replaced by a flicker of genuine terror. She did not say another word. She simply turned and bolted out of my office, slamming the heavy oak door behind her.
I leaned back in my leather chair, rubbing the bridge of my nose as the tension in the pack house continued to escalate. The air was thick with the scent of burnt ozone and pure, unadulterated rage.
"You think you can dictate terms to a future Alpha?" a voice roared from the floor below, followed by the deafening sound of plaster shattering.
I froze. Tha
