The tension in the Alpha office was thick enough to cut with a knife. Alpha Frost drummed his fingers against the mahogany desk, his jaw clenched as he stared at his Beta.
"Rowan, I need the truth. What exactly does Garcia have on us?" His voice carried the weight of authority, but underneath lurked something far more dangerous - fear. "When I face the King, I can't afford any surprises."
Rowan shifted uncomfortably in his chair, his mind racing through every possible scenario. He had spent countless sleepless nights replaying events, searching for any crack in their carefully constructed facade. His biggest secret burned in his chest, but his Alpha remained blissfully unaware, and Rowan intended to keep it that way.
