Marco’s POV
Ruben took two steps back after hearing my words. He swallowed—slowly, heavily—as though I had forced molten metal down his throat.
I didn’t spare a thought for his reaction; he was the one who had dared to tread into dangerous waters.
“Understood, Alpha Marco,” he muttered, voice low, before vanishing faster than he’d appeared.
I scoffed as I watched him leave. Whatever reaction he drew from me, he had earned every bit of it.
From the first day I met him, I’d known Ruben was someone to keep at arm’s length—never too close, never too far.
But with his recent advances, I believed doubling—or even tripling—that distance would be the best option.
“Alpha Marco, the detailed representation is ready,” Beta Dan said, walking up to me.
I blinked, slightly surprised. I hadn’t
