Alpha Enzo's POV
I walked into my study, shutting the heavy door behind me with more force than I intended. The wood groaned, and I dragged in a deep breath, forcing myself not to punch the desk like I had been tempted to since leaving that cursed holding cell. My hands were still trembling, not from fear but from the rage boiling in my veins. The audacity of those alphas, the gall of Irene, the venom she had spewed about Lisa—it clung to my skin like a stench.
I leaned against the desk, palms pressed hard on the polished surface as I closed my eyes. My wolf was pacing violently inside me, snarling, demanding blood for the humiliation Lisa had endured. I forced myself to push him back, to keep my breathing steady. I couldn’t afford to lose control here, not again, not after the edge I ha
