Alpha Petrova
My wolf purred at the exchange, pleased in a way that made me want to scold him for being so obvious.
Serena’s anger should have been exhausting. Most women who came into my rooms arrived prepared to agree, to flatter, to smooth the edges of whatever discomfort I presented. They laughed when I was not funny, they smiled when they were nervous, and they pretended not to care about things that mattered to them. Serena did none of that. If she disliked something, I knew it. If she was angry, everyone knew it. If she wanted to insult me, she never struggled for words.