98. Norman
The door clicked shut behind us, and I turned on my heel like a storm unleashed, my jaw clenched and fists coiled at my sides.
"What the hell was that, Salt?" I thundered, pacing toward her as she stood by the window of my study like some innocent bird who had flown into the wrong fire. "Do you understand what you did back there?"
She flinched at the sharpness in my voice but held her ground.
"I needed to speak to you urgently, Alpha Norman."
"Urgently?" I scoffed, running a hand down my face before stepping closer to her. "Salt, what if we were... naked? In bed? Making love? Would you still have barged in like that? And I have told you before that you shouldn't just barge in on me like that. I hate it."
My voice echoed in the walls like thunder. I wasn’t trying to scare
