Ethan's POV
"That f*****g bastard!"
I hadn't even finished reading the article before my blood pressure hit the ceiling. My fist slammed down on the desk so hard the lamp rattled.
My assistant jumped, looking like he was about to bolt from the room.
"Alpha, please calm down. If this really is about Miss Smith, then for the sake of the company's reputation, perhaps we should inform HR—"
"I'm talking about the asshole who WROTE this!" I cut him off, my voice rising. "That piece of s**t journalist!"
I couldn't stop myself. The curse words kept coming, one after another, until I finally lost it completely and hurled his phone across the room. It hit the wall with a satisfying crack.
"Alpha!" My assistant gasped, scrambling to retrieve his now-damaged device.
I didn't
