TRINITY
The scent of pine and cedar filled the grand balcony as I fell to my knees, my forehead pressing against the cold stone floor. My heart raced in my chest, not from fear but from the sheer weight of Alpha Nader’s presence. His aura wasn’t oppressive, yet it demanded submission in a way that was impossible to ignore. It was primal, instinctive.
“Good morning, Alpha Nader,” I murmured, keeping my voice steady and reverent. “Forgive me, I did not know you would be here at this time.”
“Rise, Trinity,” he said, his deep voice cutting through the crisp morning air like a blade. There was no malice in it, only authority softened by an underlying warmth. “There’s no need for you to bow like some peasant. Who knows, soon we might be family.”
Family.
The word hung in the air like a chal
