Bryan's POV
The corridors of Alpha Rowland’s mansion were suffocating tonight. Every sound echoed like an accusation, every shadow dragged my thoughts back to the chaos that had unfolded in the arena. I hadn’t been able to get Irene’s face out of my head since then—the sheer rage, the humiliation, the fiery promise in her eyes when she spat that she would make Lisa pay. I had pushed her too far, too fast. I knew it now. And as much as her tantrums could send the entire household into disorder, I had been the one who set her on this disastrous path.
I took a deep breath as I approached her chambers. The guards at her door lowered their heads respectfully, but even they looked uneasy. No one liked being near Irene when she was in this state. “You can wait outside,” I said quietly. They did
