Avoiding further eye contact, I turned back to my laptop, pretending to return to my work. “It was a medical report from the werewolf clinic. What about it?”
His Alpha presence filled the air, making the room feel smaller, heavier. “What kind of medical report?” he asked, his voice quiet but laced with barely restrained tension.
I forced a small shrug, keeping my eyes on the screen. “A routine wolf health examination report. Why?”
“Do you think I’m stupid?” he spat, stepping even closer until the heavy scent of him made it impossible to ignore his dominance. “What kind of examination report needs to be torn up?”
His hand shot out again, this time grabbing my wrist. I tensed under his touch, Bella growling softly at the contact. “Are you hiding something from me?” he demanded, his v
