Selene POV
Rex's hand slides through my hair. His fingers gentle. Possessive.
The Alphas shift uncomfortably. No one speaks. No one dares.
I catch Werren's face again. His jaw is clenched so tight I think it might crack.
Good.
"Your Majesty." An older Alpha attempts conversation. "Perhaps we should discuss—"
"Quiet." Rex doesn't even look at him. His attention is entirely on me. "I'm occupied."
His thumb traces my lower lip. Slow. Deliberate.
Heat floods my face. But I don't pull away.
Werren stands abruptly. "I need to leave—"
"Sit down." Rex's voice cuts like a blade.
"Your Majesty, I'm not feeling well—"
"I said sit." The command carries absolute authority. "We're not finished."
Werren's face goes purple. He sinks back into his chair.
Rex's lips curve into a cold smile. Th
