Raphael entered the room and immediately sensed the tension radiating from the three Alphas seated in front of him. It was palpable, thick enough to choke on....territorial aggression mixed with barely contained hostility and something that felt suspiciously like jealousy.
He looked at them with eyes that clearly showed his amusement at the situation.
Damian sat behind his massive desk, his posture deceptively relaxed but his gray eyes hard as stone. Damon stood near the window, arms crossed, practically vibrating with restrained aggression. And Silas occupied the chair nearest the door, his dark eyes tracking Raphael's every movement with predatory focus.
Damian looked at Raphael's sinfully handsome face and felt the nearly overwhelming urge to punch a hole in it. To mar that perfect skin, to break that aristocratic nose, to wipe away the knowing smile that suggested Raphael found their territorial posturing amusing.
