Selina's POV
Almost spontaneously, a commanding vibe filled the air.
A thrill, both familiar and strange, rose unexpectedly within me.
Violet was on her four claws and was exceptionally alert.
My eyes were fixated on the man who was walking toward the main seat at the other end of the table.
He was strikingly tall. His powerful frame was encased in a sharp, midnight-black suit. His hair was also pitch-black.
With broad, powerful shoulders, he embodied the commanding presence of an Alpha.
But it was his eyes that drew me in, a profound, liquid golden-amber that held a deep-seated, faint melancholy.
Although his expression was solemn, there was a lingering air of youthful sweetness about him, a hidden vulnerability that made him all the more captivating.
Every movement was fluid,
