Before Alpha Emory even entered the room, Danielle felt him. A shift in the air, subtle but undeniable. The weight of an unseen presence pressing against her senses, making her pulse quicken. It wasn’t just nerves. It was him. Power, old and steady, filling the space before she even laid eyes on him.
Her fingers curled against her knees, her breath catching in her throat as the feeling intensified. Every time she had encountered Alpha Emory before, he had been cold, calculated, intimidating. Every interaction had been about forcing her into this conversation, pressuring her, leaving no room for softness. She had come to expect that from him. She was used to that from him.
"Carl! Fiona! It’s so wonderful to see you again!"
The voice that filled the room was rich, booming, and warm. Warm.
