Dallas couldn’t understand what was going on. He didn’t want to be angry with Bree, but she was being so difficult.
There was obviously something wrong, but he couldn’t figure out what it was, and Bree clearly wasn’t going to tell him. He also couldn’t order her into doing it, as she had made it very clear that she was not his subject, and would not be following his orders.
So, Dallas truly was at a loss.
No one had ever spoken to him this disrespectfully before. Even Cerelia and Quill, who were typically the ones to put Dallas in his place, kept at least some semblance of respect for him, as he was still their Alpha. They wouldn’t just stay angry at him and refuse to tell him why.
He stomped back to his office. The servants and other palace occupants that he passed by jumped out of his way, obviously sensing the anger radiating off of him.
