Hana's POV
The refined woman sitting to the left of Alpha Stephen gradually raised her face. Her looks were striking—high cheekbones, almond eyes, and lips that curved in a manner that seemed to have resting naturally in a smirk. But it wasn't her looks that disturbed me—it was the vicious intensity of her stare. Her eyes met mine like a predator eyeing a competitor. There was no warmth in her face, no interest, just examination. and a challenge.
Next to me, Ann touched out and pulled my hand toward the long wooden dining table. Her smile was reassuring but pinched, as if she had also picked up on the tense energy in the room. She sat beside Beta Roy, and I did the same, taking my seat next to her. The woman's eyes lingered on me even though we were separated by a distance, hot and unbli
