Unseen Scars

POV: Alpha Vander.

I kick the heavy oak door open, the polished wood shuddering against the plaster wall. "Ronan, where the fuck are you?"

He jerks up from a lower filing cabinet behind his massive desk, his dark brow furrowing in confusion at my sudden hostility. I march straight toward him, closing the distance with aggressive, ground-eating strides until he is forced to bump his hips against