The atmosphere shifted as he stepped out; heads turned, and whispers spread from every mouth. Whether you could see him or not, his presence filled the space around him.
Alpha Jace didn’t need to speak to command the halls; his very aura was a decree. The marble floor of the estate echoed beneath his boots, his face looked calm but calculated, and every step matched the dominance of a leader reclaiming his grip.
The maids stiffened as he passed. Some bowed respectfully, others stepped out of the way. The tension was heavy, but not out of fear, but out of respect. A few offered timid greetings.
“Good morning, Alpha.”
“Welcome back, Alpha Jace.”
“Morning, Alpha…”
Jace offered a brief nod to those he acknowledged. His eyes, however, remained sharp and looked ahead of him. Those who didn
