Jackson’s POV

The next morning, the sun had barely broken through the clouds when my guards announced a visitor. I already knew who it was, I could smell his fury before he even stepped through the door. The scent of authority and old pride clung to him like iron and smoke.

Alpha Malachi.

He stormed into my office without permission, his eyes blazing, his posture rigid with contained rage. His presence filled the room instantly, an Alpha in his own right, powerful and seasoned. But right ...