Alex's POV
The weight of Andrew's objection settled heavily in my chest, akin to a storm cloud ready to obscure the sun. His piercing gaze bore into me, a potent mixture of anger, resentment, and a challenge left unspoken. I could practically taste the bitterness in the air, the culmination of years of rivalry and jealousy that had now boiled over into this dramatic moment.
Andrew moved forward in what felt like slow motion, each step oozing defiance. This confrontation had always been in the cards. Andrew and I had been locked in a power struggle for years, both vying for the alpha position, both loath to concede to the other. Yet, now that the actual moment had arrived, the weight on my heart was almost unbearable.
