“What in the seven hells do you think you’re doing?” Kaelen’s voice, low and resonant, cut through the tense silence like a blade. Damon, knife still trembling in his hand, froze. His carefully constructed facade of alpha dominance crumbled.
“Alpha Prince,” Damon stammered, his voice betraying a nervousness that belied his usual bluster. “It’s… it’s not what it looks like.” He glanced at Elara, her face pale and drawn, a silent testament to his actions.
“Then enlighten me,” Kaelen said, his gaze unwavering, fixed on Damon. The air crackled with unspoken accusations.
Damon’s mind raced. This wasn't just some random pack member or pack leader; this was the Alpha Prince, heir to the throne. One wrong move, and his carefully cultivated image, his hopes of currying favour and securing lucrat
