The silence was deafening, the type that if you dropped a pin it'd echo throughout the hall.

The tension was so thick it could be cut through with a knife.

Domenico.

The fucking rogue Alpha.

The bastard stood there in the middle of the hall looking at me with that infuriating smirk.

“How come you're having a party and I didn't get an invite?" he asked as he took a step forward, and my warriors watched him, ready to act if he so much as made a wrong move.

His eyes slowly turned to where Raven was standing, and his smirk broadened.

“I see something I like," he said, and...