His mouth opened.
Closed.
Then opened again.
“Alpha, I didn’t mean…”
I stepped closer.
He stepped back.
Wrong move.
I let him retreat three more steps.
Then I lunged.
Not with claws.
Not with teeth.
With truth.
I shoved him hard against the stone wall. My hand wrapped around his throat. Not tight enough to kill. Not yet. Just enough to feel his panic crawl up his skin and settle in my palm.
“You were lying during the meeting,” I said. “I could smell it. Your sweat stank of betrayal.”
He shook his head. His voice was high. Pathetic.
“No. I swear. I’ve done nothing wrong.”
“Then why run?”
“I wasn’t running. I was..”
“Wrong again.”
I slammed him harder. The back of his skull cracked against the-wall . He winced. His hands rose like he could fight me.
I growled.
The sound
