Third Person POV
The control room was too small for so many alphas, suffocating.
Too many bodies, too much testosterone, not enough oxygen.
The air smelled of sweat, leather, and the sickly-sweet scent of Katherine’s popcorn, butter wafting through the cramped space like an insult. Screens lined the walls, casting pale blue light over every sharp jaw and clenched fist in the room.
The screens flickered, dozens of cameras showing every corner of the forest. Every breath, every shadow, every… moan.
Loud.
Too loud.
Alan dragged both hands down his face, nails scratching against his stubble. “Tell me this is not happening.” His voice was rough, desperate, the growl of an alpha who’d rather face ten armies than this.
“Oh, it’s happening,” Katherine said, sounding far too pleased. She l
