“I don’t answer to you, Alpha. None of us need to, regarding our mate,” I sneer, and his aura rushes out. Lucas stiffens when I feel Ryker step up behind me, not liking the challenge either.
“We haven’t breached the treaty, none of us have.” Ryker looks at Lucas, and I do too. “Not yet, we haven’t,” Ryker adds, shoving past Alpha Jacob. I quickly follow. I have my own s**t to deal with. Lucas can handle his father because he won’t like it if I have to.
The air outside the training hall does little to cool the residual fury simmering beneath my skin. Ryker stalks across the quad beside me, his silence as charged as his earlier accusations. We walked out on Alpha Jacob, a united front born of mutual defiance, but the truce feels as fragile as though we are on the brink of war. All because
