Dominic paced furiously in his lavish study, the dim light from the chandeliers casting menacing shadows on the walls.

He clenched the glass of whiskey in his hand so tightly that it shattered, the liquid spilling onto the floor. He didn’t care.

His mind burned with anger as he watched Abigail’s broadcast on the massive screen before him. Her smug face, her bold words, and the sheer audacity to flaunt her power—it all drove him to the edge of madness.

“How dare she,” he growled, his voice low and venomous. “That little girl, once a pack slave, now acts like a queen of the werewolf world. Glow Star was supposed...