The grand hall emptied like a receding tide, the allied packs filing out with murmured farewells and sidelong glances heavy with speculation.
Ronan and Jessy had departed gracefully, he'd clasped Elias's hand firmly, no grudge in his blue eyes, whispering something I couldn't hear. But as the doors closed behind the last guest, the silence crashed down leaving only the Kingsley inner circle.
Grandpa's fury boiled over like a cauldron tipped, his alpha aura exploding outward, making the betas flinch and the chandeliers rattle faintly. He slammed his fist on the altar, the crystal bowl shuddering but not breaking.
"You!" he roared, pointing a gnarled finger at me, his voice gravelly with decades of command. "A mere maid derailing a vital alliance! Business ties with Silverfang sha
