The boardroom empties slowly, as if the weight of what just happened still presses on their chests. No one dares speak too loud. No one dares look back at the Alphas still seated at the head of the table.
The hallway outside buzzes with fragmented voices.
Alpha James exhales shakily, dragging a hand through his damp hair. “Did you feel that?” he mutters to no one in particular. “I’ve never… not even my father could—”
“She didn’t just drop us,” Alpha Lena interrupts, her voice brittle, reverent. “She crushed us. She didn’t even blink.”
“I couldn’t even breathe,” murmurs Alpha Thomas, still rubbing his sternum as if to prove his ribs are still intact.
“And the mate bond,” Luna Marina whispers, eyes wide. “Did you see how they spoke? It was like they shared one mind. One soul. That wasn’
