Winter’s POV

Julia practically leapt to her feet, her chair scraping harshly against the floor. “Alpha, you are back,” she stammered, voice trembling.

Fadel didn’t raise his voice, but the weight of his presence alone was enough to swallow the air in the room. “Get out. I want to have breakfast with my Luna to be.”

He wasn’t even trying to be intimidating, but that was the problem. He didn’t need to try. The fear that flickered across Julia’s face at the mere sound of his ...