“Marco…” Nana’s soft voice wavers as she takes a hesitant step forward, trying to explain herself.

His head snaps toward her, his eyes narrowing with unrestrained fury. “How many fucking times do I have to remind you? I’m Alpha to you, not Marco. You dare call me by my name like we’re equals?” His voice booms, reverberating through the small room like a clap of thunder.

Nana flinches, shrinking back under his piercing glare. “I—I’m sorry, Alpha…” she stammers, her ...