Chapter 174: An Alpha's Agony, A Journey into Enemy Territory
Sunlight sliced through the curtains, hitting my face. I cursed under my breath, rolling over in the massive bed. The sheets were tangled around my legs—evidence of another restless night.
Outside my door, I heard hushed giggles.
"You wake him up." The first maid's voice was barely a whisper.
"No way! Remember what happened to Janet when she disturbed him too early?" The second one sounded terrified.
"The Alpha needs to be up by eight. It's already half past."
Their chatter grated on my already frayed nerves.
"Get the fuck away from my door!" I roared.
Startled gasps. Hurried footsteps. Silence.
I sat up, running a hand through my disheveled hair. The room—all dark wood and leather—felt suffocating despite its size. Everything in this pack house was designed to impress, to intimidate. Just like me.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand. Jax, my assistant.