Mad Monster I
[Third POV]
"Is there a threat, Alpha Damon?" Alpha Natan growled out. He slammed his hands against the desk, standing to his feet, bristling with rage.
Damon merely smiled, a sadistic grin dripping off his face like honey off a hive. Slowly, he tilted his head innocently to one side, as though he was a young boy asking an innocent question, all while maintaining the smile that held no hint of warmth in it. In fact, it was quite the opposite. There was an unspoken chill about that expression; one look was enough to send shivers running through anyone's body.
"If you perceive it as such," Damon casually replied without blinking.
He crossed one leg over the other, flexing his fingers as he intertwined them over his knee. If anything, he seemed to be right at home, with Alpha Natan the one coiling in unease.