Third Person's POV:
Mortimer slowly lifted his gaze. His wolf eyes were as cold as ice as they locked onto Randall.
"What man?"
His voice was low and frigid. The overwhelming possessiveness of an Alpha swept through the room, sending a chill down everyone's spine.
Randall instinctively snatched up his phone and shoved it into his pocket. "It's nothing," he said, shaking his head. "You heard wrong, Mortimer."
He deliberately avoided Mortimer's eyes. The next second, a crushing wave of Alpha pressure erupted from Mortimer, flooding the entire private room.
The absolute dominance of a Pack Alpha left Randall and Humphrey frozen in place. Every bone in their bodies seemed to groan under the weight. Their hearts felt as though they were being crushed by an invisible hand. It was an order
