Russell's POV
In the spacious dining room, which resembled a palace, Myra was banging her head on the ground with a resounding thud, her face etched with horror and pleading. Tears streamed down her face like a breached dam, as she wailed, "Alpha Russell, please spare my life in consideration of my years of service at Serene Manor. I had no choice. My son is still under their control!"
Her voice trembled, as if all her strength had been drained, leaving only desperate pleas.
I spoke without a hint of emotion, "One must face the consequences of their actions, don't you agree? Brent."
My voice was deep and magnetic, yet it carried an unquestionable authority, as if emerging from the depths of darkness to pass judgment.
Upon hearing my call, Brent immediately entered, responding with the
