His Alpha's eyes, an unnerving shade of deep blue, watched him with an unblinking intensity, his gaze slicing through the tension like a cold, calculated blade. Detroit's instincts flared, warning him that Ryder's relaxed demeanor was just a ruse, a thin veil hiding the danger lurking beneath.
He ought to be afraid, he'd just angered his Alpha's woman.
Suddenly, a zap cut through his mind, a sharp, electric jolt that made his thoughts stumble. The mental intrusion was unmistakable - his Alpha's signature move, a demonstration of his formidable psychic power.
Detroit's eyes flicked to his Alpha, who hadn't moved, but whose gaze now seemed to hold a darker, more ominous undertone.
'Let her beat you to her satisfaction, or I will. Choose wisely.'
Detroit's stomach churned, a cold sweat breaking out across his forehead as he weighed his options. His Alpha's woman's fury was evident, like a living, breathing entity that seemed to pulse with a life of its own.
