Clara’s POV
The silence that followed Darius's roar was deafening. Even Xander, who had seen his Alpha angry countless times, looked shaken by the raw fury radiating from Darius.
I watched as Darius slowly straightened, his chest rising and falling with deep, controlled breaths. When he spoke again, his voice was deadly calm.
"Xander, bring me the spy. Now."
"Yes, Alpha," Xander replied immediately. "Should I prepare the interrogation room?"
"No." Darius's eyes were ice cold. "Bring him to the basement. The old one."
Xander nodded and quickly left the office. I knew that tone. I'd heard it before during our training sessions when Darius was pushing me to my limits, but this was different. This was the voice of a killer.
"Clara," Darius said without looking at me. "You're not to come
