Alpha Ricardo's POV

Lord Philip stared at me coldly, his eyes burning in anger. His hands were tightly clenched at his sides, and I could see the redness beginning to flush up his neck. “Don't dare me,” he growled.

I scoffed angrily, still holding his gaze. His fists were clenched, his jaw clenched, and a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead. The air was tensed, filled with palpable tension. I stood my ground, refusing to be intimidated by his domineering presence. My mouth was tightly shut, my expression was cold and Stoic, and I never moved. We both stared at each other in blank horror, neither scoffing nor blinking....