VIVIENNE's POV
A heavy, frustrating sigh tore from my throat as Roman's stern voice echoed in the open space as he ordered his brothers to take me back to our quarters.
My heart was hammering hard against my chest, refusing to slow down.
Alpha Gideon was inside our pack house.
The tyrannical, bloodthirsty Alpha who had arrogantly refused to lend a single warrior to aid Roman during the recent rogue incursions was suddenly standing on our soil.
My jaws ticked.
One thing was definitely sure, he hadn't come for a peaceful negotiation.
Men like Gideon only moved when there was blood to shed or something valuable to plunder, and his sudden presence meant nothing but trouble.
My hand tightened into fists by my side as my pace slowly came to a halt.
No.
I was done listening to Roman.
Who knew what was going on right now with him and that tyrant?
''No.'' I whispered under my breath, coming to an abrupt stop.
