[Tyler’s POV]

I yelled angrily, forcing myself to not lay hands on her, but rather struck my fists against the sculpture of one of my ancestors in the throne room and it scattered into many different pieces.

The maid, Tami, moved backwards, looking up at me with dreadful terror as tears began to roll down her cheeks. She fell to her knees, clasping her hands tightly and begging me for mercy. “I… I am sorry,” she said.

“Sorry? That’s all you have to say? You’re sorry? Tell me, who is your Alpha? Who is your Lord? Who has power over you?” I yelled at her.

“You… only you, Alpha Tyler,”...