Olivia's POV
"Where are you going?" Marsh frowned, displeasure written all over his face.
"San Francisco. I'm gonna participate in Zander's Los Angeles project, and before that, I plan to visit the Blackthorn Pack," I replied calmly.
"I've told you. You are not allowed to leave," Marsh said with a stern face.
My eyes widened in anger.
"I've already promised Alpha Zander," I emphasized.
"You have no say in this. She'll leave with me!" Zander roared from behind us, startling Marsh.
His presence, like a dark thunderstorm, exuded a domineering aura, portending impending destruction.
"Alpha Zander," Marsh nodded to him, arguing, "but she can't leave. My pack can't arrange a driver for her!"
Zander pointed to several guards behind him. "I've brought many drivers, and I will arrange one
