chapter forty-three

**Alpha Luke's POV:**

"That useless slave!" I hissed through clenched teeth, my wolf on the verge of emerging. I was angry once again, and my patience was wearing thin. I slammed my fist on the table, making everyone in the room tremble at the impact. Breathing heavily, I tried to control the fury bubbling inside me.

"I'm sorry, Alpha," the maid who had brought me the news stammered as she quickly retreated, clearly fearing my reaction.

I threw myself into the wooden chair with force, running my hands through my hair, my eyes emitting a furious gleam. I grabbed the whiskey glass and downed it in one go, seeking temporary relief from the seemingly endless problems in alcohol.

"I told you it was a waste of time, dear..." Olivia said maliciously, approaching me, her hands sliding over my chest in a feeble attempt to seduce me and take advantage of the situation.

With no patience for her games, I pushed her roughly to the side, causing her to stumble.

"Get out of here, you're worthless!"