Author's POV
*CRACK.*
Fiona's phone was struck from her hand, shattering against the marble floor—sharp enough to make the air itself flinch.
She looked up at the intruder, contempt dripping from her expression while her wolf paced beneath her skin, hackles raised against the dominance rolling off him.
"What, you want to enable your son's madness too? If he hurts Adrian Storm, how exactly do you plan to explain that to the Crown?"
Andy Reese possessed a refined, almost feminine beauty that defied age and pack law alike—an Alpha's bearing wrapped in a courtier's grace.
He'd passed those elegant features to Damon, along with the obsessive, possessive way he looked at the object of his affection, and the low growl that lived permanently beneath his voice.
Wild ambition
