Chapter Thirty - four
Gabriella’s POV
The Alpha Summit shimmered with too much gold and too little warmth.
The Grand Hall was carved from marble and pride — banners from every pack hanging high above polished floors. The scent of dominance filled the air: cedar, pine, storm, blood, smoke. Every Alpha in the realm had gathered, their auras brushing against each other like blades testing for weakness.
And in the middle of it all, I walked beside them.
Mark, steady as granite, every stride commanding attention.
Rhael, dangerous charm in motion.
Tristan, silent and watchful, his gaze scanning every shadow.
Leo, calm as ever — though I could feel the tension in the way his fingers occasionally brushed my arm, subtle but deliberate, keeping me anchored.
It should have been reassuring.
