Lady Miranda stepped in, her brows knit with worry as she took in the sight of her husband—red-faced, breath hissing, eyes dark with rage.“Peter?” she asked carefully. “What happened?”He didn’t reply. Merely waved a dismissive hand and turned his back to her, hoping she’d go away. But Miranda had learned long ago not to leave her husband when his temper burned hot.“You’re pacing like a caged bear,” she said, stepping closer. “Is it something about the meeting?”He exhaled sharply through his nose, but still said nothing.“Peter,” she pressed again, gently placing a hand on his arm. “Talk to me, dear.”After several heartbeats, he finally growled out, “That boy—Theo. The way he shut me up during the meeting, as if I were some inexperienced pup. He thinks because Damian favors him, he can humiliate me?”Miranda’s gaze softened. “He is the Alpha now.”“Appointed,” Peter spat. “Not born to it. Not raised for it. Just a toy of Damian’s.”She hesitated before speaking, then said quietly,
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