Darius went utterly still. For a long, drawn-out second, he just stared at me, his lips pressing into a firm line. Then he let out a slow, measured breath, like he was choosing to control himself.
“It’s called an alpha and a future alpha working together,” he said smoothly, but there was an edge to his voice, a barely concealed growl beneath it. “Trading useful information about other packs. Strengthening our hold. Preparing for threats. Not whatever bullshit Hunter’s doing.”
I c****d my head. “Really?” I murmured, my voice a little too sweet. “Because you look five seconds away from snapping my dad’s neck.”
That did it.
The muscle in his jaw twitched violently. His hands clenched into fists, his entire body tightening like a bowstring pulled back too far, too tight.
And when he final
