CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
The pack house is thick with tension, the air almost crackling with it as I stand before Mark in the privacy of his office. His black hair seems to absorb the dim light, eyes like pools of molten chocolate boring into me. He's always had a way of standing that commands attention, shoulders squared and jaw set, unyielding as the ancient pines surrounding our territory.
"Tell me about you and Alex," his voice is deceptively calm, but I can hear the underlying growl, the Alpha power rippling beneath his words.
I swallow hard, my own green eyes fixed on his, unwilling to show weakness. "Rumors," I begin, my voice steady despite the tumultuous storm raging inside me. "They're just rumors."
"Rumors that suggest you've been more than friendly with him." There's an edge now
