Kelvin’s POV
I stood nose to nose with George, the air between us thick and electric. My fists clenched at my sides, nails digging into my palms, the tension vibrating in my bones like a warning drumbeat.
“I’ll say it once,” I said, my voice low, but sharp enough to cut steel. “Leave. Now. Or I’ll turn you into the biggest joke this bookstore has ever seen. Or have you forgotten exactly how powerful a Lycan I am?”
George didn’t blink. A slow, venomous smile crept across his face like frost over glass.
“I haven’t forgotten, little prince,” he murmured, each word steeped in mockery. “But when orders come from my Alpha…” He leaned in, his breath sour with smoke and coppery blood, “…I forget everything. Especially your little ego trip.”
My heartbeat thumped against my ribs, cold and hard.
