Rowan’s voice cracked through the chamber like a bolt of thunder.
“Alpha Michael! Control your wolf!”
The command echoed against the obsidian walls, vibrating through the burning blue torches. But Michael didn’t respond. His entire body trembled, muscles pulling and twisting beneath his skin as if something inside him clawed to break free. His breathing turned ragged—half human, half beast—each inhale cutting the air like broken glass.
His lips peeled back in a soundless snarl, wolf fangs pushing down, threatening to puncture through human gums.
“Michael,” Kathy whispered, barely audible. She reached toward him, fingertips shaking. “Please… please stop. You’re scaring everyone.”
But her alpha… her mate… the father of her son… didn’t even hear her.
He didn’t see Kathy’s desperate tear
