RETT POV
I wasn’t used to feeling like I was walking into a war council when someone invited me to lunch.
And yet, here I was.
The Alpha dining room was massive—vaulted ceilings, heavy stone walls, and windows tall enough to make you feel like prey even on a sunny day. It wasn’t built for comfort. It was built for strategy. For dominance. And right now, all that cold, imposing architecture felt like it had teeth.
Robert walked beside me, one hand resting lightly against Pauline’s lower back. She stayed close between us, her shoulders squared, but I could feel the tension vibrating off her skin like static. Her jaw was set. Determined. Angry.
Beautiful.
Goddess , she was beautiful when she was pissed.
Not just because her lips got all pouty and her eyes blazed like she could set fire
