A King on His Knees

The air inside the Alpha’s office weighed like lead, thick with the electric charge of an impending storm.

"The bastard actually stole her." Magnus kept his volume dangerously low, his tone carrying the terrifying calm of a predator seconds away from a slaughter.

Valera remained rooted near the heavy oak desk, tracking his erratic movements with measured calculation.

"Magnus—"

"No." He severed