“Marco…” Nana’s soft voice wavers as she takes a hesitant step forward, trying to explain herself.
His head snaps toward her, his eyes narrowing with unrestrained fury. “How many f*****g times do I have to remind you? I’m Alpha to you, not Marco. You dare call me by my name like we’re equals?” His voice booms, reverberating through the small room like a clap of thunder.
Nana flinches, shrinking back under his piercing glare. “I—I’m sorry, Alpha…” she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Sorry doesn’t cut it,” Marco spits. The blade of his tone has been sharpened. “Now quit wasting my goddamn time and just tell me what you’re hiding.”
Nana’s lips flicker as her mind invents a whole multitude of random things that can bring Marco’s wrath off her. But, she finally gives in. Her mi
