Chapter 26
Tristan’s POV
The room was thick with tension — the kind that didn’t just hang in the air but vibrated through it, heavy and electric.
The Alphas’ war room had always felt vast — high ceilings, walls draped with maps and sigils, the long obsidian table a mark of authority and unity. But tonight, it felt small. Suffocating.
Three pairs of eyes tracked me as I stepped inside.
Mark.
Rhael.
Leo.
Three predators, each wrapped in control so tight it was dangerous.
The door closed behind me with a low, final click.
“Tristan.” Mark’s voice cut through the silence like a blade — low, clipped, heavy with restrained fury. “You took liberties.”
My jaw flexed. I didn’t look away. “I did what was necessary.”
Rhael leaned back in his chair, arms folded across his chest, a humorl
