Alpha's Date

*Selena*

As our gazes locked, a silent battle of wills unfolded. The air between us crackled with an electric tension, mirroring the intensity I had felt during our very first encounter. His piercing, icy stare bore into my soul, unyielding and unwavering.

"Are you suggesting that I should confine myself to the confines of the kitchen, my every move dictated by reports on the happenings in this pack house?" His voice resonated with authority, tinged with a hint of pride that shone in his eyes like polished steel. "As a King, I cannot be omnipresent, but I have entrusted loyal individuals who assist me in the efficient management of my pack," he declared, his tone laced with the weight of his royal responsibility.

A flicker of amusement danced in my eyes as I listened to his self-assured proclamation. "Yes, you are a King, a ruler of great stature," I mocked, relishing the opportunity to challenge his ego. "But it seems beneath your grand persona to engage in conversations with low