Amon’s POV
The expression of shock that flickered across Emily's face betrayed her unpreparedness for my sudden outburst, yet she quickly regained her composure. "You don't need to be rude to me. I just asked a question, dumbass, and it's not like I even wanted to know anyways," she retorted, irritation lacing her words. "You can stare at whoever you want to, and I don't care."
My anger surged at her insolence. "Don't you dare speak to me in that manner," I seethed, my hand tightening around her neck as she struggled to break free, but my grip remained unyielding. "You seem to forget who I am, Emily. I am Amin, the first son of Mr. Smith, the most formidable Lycan known across all packs. I will not tolerate such disrespect from you," I added, my voice dripping with fury. The fear in her
