Defying the Rogue Alpha

A few seconds of tense silence stretched between them before Dorian finally said, "Are you fucking kidding me?"

Lucas exhaled harshly. "No."

Dorian pinched the bridge of his nose. "Alpha, this is a disaster."

Lucas turned to him, his cold blue eyes flashing a warning.

"This would mean you’ll have nothing to do with her anymore, right?" Dorian asked carefully.

Lucas didn’t answer.

Dorian’s stomach dropped.

"Oh, for fuck’s sake, Lucas! She’s Wishbone’s daughter. The man you butchered. The man who probably whispers curses from the grave every time you fuck his daughter."

"Enough."

Lucas’s voice was a low growl, sharp enough to slice through Dorian’s rising panic.

Dorian swallowed, his frustration curling into something close to desperation.