Marco’s POV
The guard quickly averted his gaze from mine, but I kept my eyes fixed on him as though they could burn through his soul.
“Welcome back, Alpha Marco,” the other guard to the left said. His face didn’t portray any resentment, but his words lacked genuineness.
I scoffed and brushed past them, my usual calm demeanor gone. The way the first one reacted to my arrival didn’t sit right with me.
As I walked in, calm but observant, I noticed the maids who saw me didn’t straighten up in fearful respect like they usually did. That alone spoke volumes.
“You,” I said sharply, pointing to a maid by the door. She jolted as if struck.
“Prepare my bath. I also want a meal ready downstairs. And get me Ruben—tell him to wait in my office.”
“Yes, Alpha Marco,” she stammered before hurrying
