HIS UNTAMED QUEEN
Fenrir, the ancient beast beneath his skin, stirred, sending a ripple of dark, crushing pressure through the room.
The raw, sovereign aura hit Tyson like a physical blow, making his wolf instinctively yield, exposing the vulnerable line of his neck as he offered immediate, physiological submission to the undisputed power in the room.
"Yes, Alpha," Tyson choked out quietly, bowing his head beneath the suffocating weight.
"She’s stubborn," Evren murmured, walking toward the grand oak desk. "She’s arrogant, foul-mouthed, and deeply broken."
He picked up the fountain pen sitting beside the gold-embossed contract, his long fingers wrapping around the barrel. "And she’s the only female on this con