"Get the hell away from me!" I snarled, shoving Hannah back with enough force that she stumbled. Her expression of triumph turned to shock as my eyes flashed alpha-red.
The photographers kept their cameras up, but I could smell their fear spiking. Good. They should be afraid.
"Chairman Valois, could we get—" one of them started.
I turned my full attention to the paparazzi, letting my alpha aura flood the street. "Delete those photos. Now."
The command in my voice made them flinch. One by one, they lowered their cameras.
"I... we're just doing our jobs," a brave one attempted.
I stepped closer, my voice deathly calm. "And I'm just informing you that if a single photo of that staged kiss appears anywhere, I will personally ensure each of you never works in this city again."
My power pressed against them, making the air heavy and thick. I watched as they fumbled with their cameras, deleting images with trembling fingers.
