THIRD POV
The door slammed harder than it should’ve.
Alpha Callum’s fists were clenched, his jaw tight, and his usually composed face looked like it was about to shatter. He stood at the center of the room while Saoirse's mother, Brooke, sat at the far end of the table, looking pale and stiff. The room, grand and warm with its old mahogany floors and velvet drapes, felt suffocating now.
“You knew,” Alpha Callum growled.
“No—Callum, I didn’t—”
“You knew they were getting close. You knew your daughter was sneaking around with both Cain and Cyrus, and you kept your mouth shut?”
“She’s their step sister,” Brooke voice cracked. “She didn’t grow up with them, this isn’t—this isn’t what it looks like.”
“Save it,” he cut her off. “The footage is everywhere. The Council called me. The Elders
