May I Come In?

Damien~

The wooden door creaked open, and there she was—the woman who stood with pride, her shoulders back, her gaze unwavering. My wife.

As her eyes held mine, I could sense the heat her gaze held blamming me.

Blame? But for what?

"We need to talk." Her voice, unwavering. I thought her words were meant for us, but as my gaze shifted and landed on the figure standing behind her, the realization struck me. 

"Maximus." I addressed him. He stood close to her. Too close. 

"Alpha Damien." He bowed in respect, yet it could not cool the anger erupting inside me.

My hands curled into fists, the sharp tension coursing through me. My gaze locked onto him, sharp and unyielding, as though it could cut him in two.

I could have done it—would have done it—in mere moments.