Elena’s POV
The two sheepish elders were paralysed as they glared at Eric, as if their brains had stopped working. Mr. Dalton finally scoffed, waving a hand. “Who cares who you are. My son still stands above you.”
“Dad, stop it!” Mark snapped, panic slipping into his voice. “That’s Alpha Eric Thompson. The owner of Silver Crest.” Color drained from their faces.
Mrs. Dalton’s expression flipped instantly. Her anger vanished, replaced by a forced smile that looked painful. “Oh… you’re Bella’s brother,” she said quickly. “Well, that makes us connected, doesn’t it?” She picked a serviet to wipe her palm and stretched it toward Eric, eager and desperate. Eric didn’t even look at her hand. Instead, he spoke calmly, his voice cutting through the room. “Since when did Mark Dalton gain h
