In an office exuding power and authority, its air heavy with the scent of aged wood and its walls adorned with portraits depicting the family’s legacy, the Alpha of the pack, Reynolds, sat behind his mahogany desk. Faint sunlight filtered through the large windows, casting light on a scowling face brimming with anger.
Charles, his loyal assistant, stood a few steps away, worry etched on his features. The room echoed with the sound of Reynolds’ pacing—like a beast trapped in a cage. Fury churned within him like a storm on the brink of release as Charles read out a report concerning his son, Black.
“Selene Damon?” growled the Alpha in a low voice, charged with enough disdain to shake the room. His cold eyes pierced the air, as if visualizing his son standing before him. “Has Black lost his
