As the Head of Security and his Beta left his office, Rowan felt his anger mounting. He would find out who these assholes were and make them regret ever threatening the Alpha of White Claw.
Sloane ran into his office. “RJ? What’s going on? Why do I need more guards?”
Rowan stood up. He towered over the tall and slim femme. He held her in his arms.
“I will burn this world down if something happens to my Luna,” he told her as his chin rested on her head. He saw the goosebumps on her arms.
She preened. “I love it when you get possessive.” She ran a finger down his chest. “How about I show you my appreciation, Alpha?”
Rowan stopped the finger before reaching his belt. His face was full of worry as he shook his head. “I need to make sure my Luna stays safe at all costs. Don’t go against me, Sloane. I need to keep my cool so the pack doesn’t suffer.”
Sloane pouted. “I’ll be waiting for you if you change your mind, especially now that I have a curfew.”
