CHAPTER EIGHT

Vincenzo

"So, how has the pack affairs been in my absence?" Maximo asked in his usual gay tone.

"I believe it's none of your business, is it, Maximo?" I retorted. The scene where he was standing close to Ella, flashed through my mind, irking me the more.

"Easy, Alpha," he smirked, twirling his wine glass.

I straightened, roaming my eyes over the different colors that flashed across the outdoor arena, where we were hosting a barbeque party. Chairs were arranged beautifully for those who wanted to sit.

"Speaking of which, when did a beauty arrive at the pack? I haven't seen her before." He shrugged, turning to look at me.

Struggling to keep a bland look, I took a glass of wine from a passing waiter's tray. "And your point?" I asked in a monotone which gave nothing away about how I was feeling at that moment.

I felt an unusual anger brewing in me, and I hurriedly took a full gulp of the wine.

"I've been without a mate for a while now, Vincenzo. Don't you think I should