Victor’s POV
At Justin's words, the temperature in the room dropped. My eyes lifted to him, and whatever he saw there made his posture stiffen slightly.
Silence stretched between us.
Then I crushed the cigarette into the tray and lit another. I straightened my collar, then stood and walked toward him, each step measured.
“You’re overstepping,” I said.
Justin’s face hardened instantly. “Overstepping? Victor, I’m looking out for you. Are you really going to push everyone away for that woman?”
My wolf rose, pressing against the surface now, its patience gone.
“Get out,” I said, pointing toward the door.
My voice wasn’t loud, but it was cold and carried weight.
“Do your job in this corporation. Everything else is off-limits.”
Justin’s face flushed, anger flaring hot in his scent. “Fi
