Elena’s POV
Marcus looked ready to combust. Rage radiated from every inch of his towering frame, and honestly, I had zero clue what had triggered this latest explosion.
The pathetic truth was that I’d grown accustomed to his dramatic entrances and baseless accusations. I hopped down from the bench and deliberately walked around him, settling onto the threadbare couch before clicking on the ancient television.
His eyes tracked my every movement like I’d just committed some unforgivable sin.
"Don’t you dare ignore me like that," he snarled.
"Then don’t storm in here throwing around accusations without context. Ask me nicely about whatever’s eating at you, and maybe I’ll give you a straight answer." I kept my voice level, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing me rattled.
"You seriously don’t know what this is about?" His voice dripped with disbelief.
"Absolutely not."
"You and Miller."
I actually laughed. "Are you kidding me right now? Have we even spoken since he pulled me out of that wreck?"
"That’s not the point."
"We crossed paths downtown. Was I supposed to pretend he didn’t exist? I thanked him for saving my life. End of story."
A sharp knock interrupted our standoff. I trudged to the door, finding Beta Hugo on the other side.
"Come on in. Apparently everyone’s making themselves at home today." I gestured him inside with mock hospitality.
"Alpha, here’s the file you wanted," Hugo said, extending a manila folder toward Marcus. I returned to my spot on the couch, pointedly focusing on the flickering screen while Hugo’s gaze wandered around our cramped living space.
"Impressive accommodations, right?" My sarcasm was thick enough to cut.
Hugo shifted uncomfortably, clearly unsure how to respond.
"Thanks for this. Head back to the packhouse," Marcus dismissed him curtly.


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