Malcolm's entire face flared an even more apocalyptic, dangerous shade of crimson, the blood rushing so violently to his ears that he could hear the drumming of his own pulse. His straight Alpha ego was pinned to the wall, entirely suffocated by the intern's devastatingly sharp question. He couldn't answer. He couldn't dare admit that his body had betrayed his lifelong discipline, let alone in front of Marcus, who was still standing there frozen with the pregnancy test sticks.
With a sudden, furious jerk of his upper body, Malcolm tore himself away from Luca's immediate proximity, his large hands clenching into fists at his sides as he fought to force his majestic, cold persona back into place.
