Autumn POV
Dallas, Amara, Tristan and I remain in the conference room. As soon as the last Alpha left, I sank into my seat and let out a sigh of relief. Tristan's hand finds mine as he sits down next to me, and we share a silent moment of solidarity.
"Thank the Moon Goddess that's over," Dallas exclaims, running a hand through his hair as he collapses into a nearby chair.
Amara nods in agreement, her expression weary but satisfied. "Thank the goddess indeed. I honestly thought Iris was about to rip Alpha Vincent's throat out." She shudders.
"Hey, she was just teaching him a little lesson in humility." I awkwardly chuckle.
"I personally think it was bada*s, although for a moment there I did get a bit concerned." Dallas adds.
Tristan squeezes my hand, reassuring me with a gentle smile.
