Drew stormed through the mansion, frustration radiating off him like a heatwave. His usually calm demeanor was replaced with pure fury, and the low-ranking omegas within the household could feel the shift in the atmosphere. Everyone seemed to be walking on eggshells as they went about their tasks, terrified of accidentally drawing his wrath.
“Good Lord,” he muttered under his breath, driving his hand through his dark hair for what felt like the hundredth time. “Why the hell is she being so stubborn?"
He grabbed a bottle from the refrigerator and chugged it down, panting as he tried to control his annoyance.
"No—why am I even thinking that she's stubborn when she's barely done anything wrong? But does she have to go against me like that?”
The answer was obvious. He deserved every bit of
