Alpha Derrick stormed into the mansion, his footsteps heavy and deliberate.
Mona, seated gracefully on a plush chair near the fireplace, sipped her wine leisurely.
The moment her eyes landed on him, she noticed the storm brewing on his face. She set the glass down and stood up, her silk gown flowing behind her.
"Derrick, what's wrong? You look furious," Mona said, her voice soft but laced with concern. She stepped closer to him, trying to gauge his mood.
Derrick stopped a few feet from her, his jaw tight, his fists clenched at his sides.
For a moment, he said nothing, his piercing eyes fixed on her as if trying to decide whether to speak or not.
"Is it something about the pack? Or… Kimberly?" Mona pressed, her curiosity now mingled with worry.
He finally exhaled sharply and replied, his voice cold and detached. "It's nothing you need to concern yourself with. I'll handle it."
