Chapter 22

Zevara’s POV

Alpha Magnus stood there like a storm about to break. His blue eyes turned dark and almost beastly. His fangs—the longest I have ever seen in my entire life. His claws, sharper and trembling with unrestrained rage that is threatening to consume everything in its path.

Even the air seems to know that the Great Alpha Magnus Creed is angry, because the air that blew in from the window was so strong that it’s whipped my hair across my face.

His fangs pressed hard on his lower lips, his broad chest rose and fell—almost seems like it was going to rip his dark fitted polo apart and for a second, I thought he was going to shift into his wolf form.

Alpha. Magnus. Creed.

He’s furious. Very furious and I’m already imagining the punishment in store for Jaxon and his minions.

“A—lp—ha,” Jaxon stuttered, trembling so much that his legs buckled and he stumbled to the floor with a loud thud.

His minions were not left out. They stumbled t