Chiara’s POV
I stepped into the conference hall and felt the weight of power press down on me at once.
The air inside the grand hall of the Romano estate in Florence was thick. Not with heat. Not with noise.
With dominance.
Alphas and Betas from different Italian packs filled the long marble chamber. Their presence was strong and sharp, like invisible claws testing my strength. Yesterday had been different. There were servants, guards, lower ranks moving about. The energy had been mixed.
But today was only leaders.
Alpha heads. Their right hands. Trusted advisers.
No distractions.
Only power.
My eyes searched for Lorenzo before I could stop myself. I hated that I did that. Hated how my wolf still looked for him in every room.
He stood near the front beside the long carved oak tab
