Malrik’s POV
The moment I stepped into my office, I found Ashuriel and Vladan already there, waiting. Their expressions tight with frustration, edged with concern, and tinged with disbelief spoke volumes. The sight almost made me laugh.
Two grown men losing their heads over a woman. A Delta, at best.
I ignored their brooding silence and crossed the room to the bar cart in the corner. I poured myself a generous glass of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the light as I swirled it lazily. With glass in hand, I sank into the couch and took a slow, deliberate sip before finally acknowledging them.
"I'm listening," I said with a sigh, gesturing for them to speak.
Vladan, ever the impatient Beta, didn’t waste time.
"What the hell are you thinking, Malrik?" he snapped, voice sharp with dis
