Marco’s POV
“Move, Ruben,” I instructed, my tone sharp and final.
But Ruben shook his head slowly, left to right, defiance shimmering in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Alpha Marco,” he said, voice firm,
“but I cannot do so until you tell me what you have planned in mind.”
“If you won’t move out of the way,” I countered, voice deepening, “then hand over the contract papers to me.”
“I’m sorry, Alpha,” Ruben repeated, unyielding.
“But again, I cannot do something of such gravity without knowing your intentions. This is a contract situation—it’s not meant to be one-sided.”
A spark ran through my nerves, a tremor of irritation I could barely contain. “I could fling you away with a single wave of my hand,” I warned, the air between us heating.
“I believe that’s extreme, Alpha Marco,” Ruben repl
