40

CASSY

As I sat on the porch, my phone buzzed in my hand. Ky's message appeared on the screen.

"Greg is a weakling. He'll bow to whatever Prissy wants. The omegas at Hervoux are saying Prissy's is in overdrive torturing Viviana. She knows she will lose her soon and is taking it out on her hard. Real bad."

The anger swelled within me. It felt like a fire inside my body that I couldn't contain.

The idea of Viviana, already broken and now being tormented further, ignited something primal in my body.

Alpha anger was intense. I only thought I'd dealt with it as a kid. The adult 'working Alpha' version could not have been more unpleasant. It almost felt like my blood was starting to boil inside my body.

It made sense, though. I needed this level of anger to confront these sorts of issues. Alphas are given this level of power so they can stand firm and maintain control when required.

I just wished Greg had the same reaction and at least a little backbone. Instead, a 5-foot-tall French