#Chapter 123: Don’t Start A War

Julian’s POV While I was ramping up for a fight, Rafael looked at me coolly, his own anger freezing over like ice. “Before we come to blows,” he said, “You should remember whose pack you are in right now. Whose house you are in. It is only by my good graces that you have not been physically removed.” “You don’t want to fight?” I asked, confused. “There’s no point,” Rafael said. “You have no power here. From my perspective, you are nothing more than a child throwing a tantrum in a store when he doesn’t get what he wants.” He hummed. “I wonder what Amber would think if she could see you now.” He had been attempting to cow me, and I hated to say that it was actually working. Suddenly I felt some measure of shame. I had stormed into this Alpha’s home and postured against him, threatening him in his own pack, his own home. I didn’t like Rafael, but this was not how things were done. I was acting like a stereotypical Alpha who thought more with his brawn than his brain. Amber,