The war room, what we'd started calling Duke's office during crises, was packed by mid-morning. Victoria had maps and legal documents spread across every surface. Dr. Sarah sat with her medical files. And Celeste, looking smaller than ever, perched on the edge of a chair like she might bolt at any moment.
"Walk us through it again," Victoria said gently. "Everything you know about your father's operations."
Celeste's hands trembled as she reached for the water glass I'd placed beside her. "He keeps files. On everyone. Every Alpha he's ever done business with, every favor owed, every secret that could be used as leverage."
"Where?" Duke leaned forward, his Alpha intensity focused but controlled.
"His private office. In the estate." Celeste's voice dropped to barely a whisper. "But it's
