Zeph's POV
"What the f**k are you doing here?" he asks me, his voice rising with panic and anger.
I don't say anything. I don't owe him an explanation. I just walk past him like he's nothing, like he's invisible, my eyes scanning the room for what I really came for. The arrogant aura I carry as alpha makes everyone in the room step back instinctively. They can feel the power radiating off me, the authority that comes from years of leading one of the strongest packs in the region.
"Answer me!" he shouts, getting in my face. "You can't just walk in here like you own the place!"
I stop and turn to look at him, my expression cold. "Can't I?"
"This is my territory," he says, but his voice wavers. "You're trespassing. You have no respect for pack boundaries, for protocol, for anything!"
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