AVELORA
The knock on the door stopped him. Khyrix adjusted his shirt, his expression shifting from that intense stare back to his neutral death glare.
"Enter," he barked.
The door swung open. It was Zayn—Khyrix’s Beta. He looked like he’d been up for hours, his posture rigid and professional. His eyes scanned the room before landing on me with a flicker of judgment, as if silently reminding me I didn't belong.
"Alpha, it is time to head to the dining hall for breakfast," Zayn said.
Khyrix didn't move. He stayed exactly where he was, effectively shielding me from Zayn’s view. "Good. We’ll be down in a moment."
"The elders are already asking for... "
"They can wait," Khyrix interrupted, his voice dropping to a dangerous level. He turned slightly, his eyes locking onto Zayn's. They sto
