Chapter 23:Trade Me Off
(Alexander's POV)
He thought he’d cornered everyone. That smug confidence oozed off him like a foul stench, poisoning the already suffocating air of the grove.
I stood my ground, ice-blue eyes locked on him. My wolf stirred restlessly beneath the surface, the need to act clawing at my restraint.
"You’re moving fast, Marcus," I said slowly, each word deliberate. "Too fast, don’t you think? Announcing a mate claim is one thing. Rushing it through in three moons? It seems... calculated."
His smirk widened, his wolf’s aura rippling through the grove like an unspoken threat. He tilted his head, his stance relaxed but oozing dominance.
"Calculated, you say?" His voice was smooth but carried a sharp undertone. "When my wolf senses what it wants, Alexander, I do
