DEXTER'S POV
Duli, anchored regally in the throne-like chair at the center of the opulent room, was a commanding presence. His eyes, usually the warm shelter of empathy and understanding, were hardened into unyielding orbs of steel, reflecting the steadfast determination evident in the granite-like set of his well-chiseled features.
His words, as stern as his penetrating gaze, were delivered with a paradoxical comforting undertone. The subject was Chloe - a ghost from my past he was recommending I consign to the annals of memory. His tone was resolute, an impervious fortress inviting no dispute.
"You are the Alpha," he declared, the words resounding through the expanse of the room, their every echo a somber reminder of the weighty mantle of responsibility resting on my shoulders. "You
