The threat hung heavily in the air, a terrifyingly high-stakes line drawn in the dirt. Marcus held his breath, his tablet pressed hard against his chest, while Dahmer stood perfectly still, his silver eyes fixed entirely on the King of Deviloy, waiting to see if the Alpha's deep-seated devotion to duty would finally break him.
Malcolm looked at the woman who had raised him, the woman who had meticulously mapped out every contract, every corporate merger, and every public appearance he had ever made. For years, he had been the perfect son, the perfect tool, the perfect Alpha king.
Calmness settled over his features.
