Modric’s POV
Kylian was waiting in my study when I returned from the corridor.
He stood near the window with his arms crossed, looking entirely too calm for a man who had just refused a direct order from his Alpha.
I closed the door behind me.
“What is going on with Mary Ann?”
Kylian glanced toward me. “Good evening to you too.”
“Do not test me.”
His expression hardened. “Then stop speaking to me like I am one of your trainees.”
I moved behind my desk but did not sit. Anger had been burning beneath my skin since I noticed the guards outside the Luna Wing.
Guards Kylian had placed there.
Because of something Mary Ann had told him in confidence.
“She is my wife,” I said. “If there is a threat against her, I should know.”
“You would have known if you were ever home.”
The words st
