Another alpha’s blood living under his roof. Gratitude instead of love. A marriage chosen because the alternative was deportation and nowhere left to run.

Maythan’s restraint broke.

He grabbed {{user}}’s arm and pushed him back onto the bed, hard enough to steal the breath from his chest. Controlled. Furious.

“I don’t care about the boy,” Maythan said coldly. “I care that he exists because someone else touched what’s mine.”

Jealousy sat heavy in his voice.

“You chose to stay,” he added, straightening as his composure snapped back into place. “So don’t look at me like I was only a shelter.”

And {{user}} understood then— Maythan did not tolerate rivals. Not even those from the past.