Lucas's eyes narrowed as he noticed Alpha Roman's hands discreetly positioned under the table, his fingers seemingly caressing Andrea's lap. Anger ignited within Lucas, a fiery blaze that threatened to consume his composure.

Without hesitation, Lucas spoke up, his voice laced with a mix of indignation and authority. "Alpha Roman," he said, his tone sharp and commanding, "I suggest you remove your hands from Lady Andrea's legs this instant."

The room fell into a momentary hush, all eyes turning ...