ALARIC

The door closed behind her.

The sound echoed louder than it should have.

I stayed where I was, my back to the room, my fists clenched so tight my knuckles burned. Steam curled around me, thick and suffocating, but it did nothing to calm the storm tearing through my chest.

Behind me, laughter lingered, soft and confident.

One of the women stepped closer, her bare feet splashing lightly against the water, her boobs pressed against my chest. “Alpha,” she murmured, her voice honeyed, practiced. “Should we—”

“Leave.”

The word came out sharp, final.

Everywhere turned silent, and they all stared at me.

I used to take my bath with...