CHAPTER TEN.

THIRD PERSON’S POV.

Until hours ago, Cruz never knew he would let out this monster side of himself. He never thought he would be standing out here, banging loudly on her door, attempting to kick it down with all the workforce he had gathered.

Because up until her, he had never been refused by a she-wolf, talk less a commoner.

It took him that long to get here because he had to hit the gym first to relieve his anger, but it didn't work out. Every time he bent down, letting the numbers roll down his tongue, he remembered the servant's words.

Who was she to refuse him?

She was nothing but his doll. His pet. His minion. She was here to play a character before...

He landed another loud bang on the door. His anger boiled the more at the thought that she was in there, ignoring him, probably laughing at him for constituting such a nuisance. He was about to land another bang on the door when his Beta, Martins, showed up.

Martins looked curious as he tried to figure out the whole drama.

“Wha