ROMAN's POV
My hand tightened into fists by my side, my nails digging into the flesh of my palm, drawing blood.
God…
What the fuck was actually going on?
''Alpha?'' Mark's voice broke me out of my reverie.
The smile on his face was slowly fading, creating frown lines on his forehead.
''Is something wrong? Is it a bad thing that the rogues retreated on their own? That the war is finally over?''
I ran a rough hand through my hair, stopping myself from pulling it halfway through.
''No, Marcus. It's a good thing.'' I rasped, forcing my composure to hold. "Organize the perimeter guards. double the watch on the tree line. I want a full count of our casualties within the hour. Dismissed."
"Yes, Alpha.'' Mark bowed his head, taking one last curious look at the closed bedroom door before hurrying down the corridor.
I watched his deciding footstep fade down the stairs, my jaws ticking.
Once I could no longer hear him again, I turned and pushed open the room door slowly.
