The moment Arthur and Richard entered the crowded bar, attention shifted toward them like instinctive predators locking onto stronger wolves entering their territory.
"Hey, handsome," a woman called boldly from a nearby booth, her painted lips curving into a teasing smile. "Why don't you come sit with us for a while?"
Before Arthur could even respond, the woman slid closer and wrapped a slender arm around Richard's. The contact lasted less than a second.
Richard turned toward her slowly, his icy gaze sharpening with warning.
The air around him instantly changed.
His wolf didn't tolerate strangers invading his space, especially not with such reckless familiarity. The female froze beneath the intensity of his stare, her body stiffening as unease crept into her expression. It was the kind of look powerful Alphas used before violence followed.
She instinctively stepped back.
