Corien grunted as Dax’s grip tightened, his green eyes unblinking as he lazily watched the current pack Alpha struggle with himself.
Dax shoved Corien back on the chair he had been sitting on, and Corien fell back lazily, adjusting his collar and sliding his gaze back to the file that was still in his hands.
Dax stood back, glaring at Corien and bringing his breathing under control.
There was a sharp knock on the door.
“What?!” Both Dax and Bentax snarled at the intrusion, and Dorien cracked the door open.
“May I approach, Alpha?” Dorien asked formally from the partly opened door.
Dax’s shoulders relaxed, and Bentax retreated. “Of course, son, come in,” he responded calmly.
Dorien entered, gazing between his current Alpha and his former Alpha. “She has crossed the border,” he said
