As Alpha Zion stepped forward with calm eyes and an authoritative aura, the entire room seemed to pause for a moment.
The servants bowed low, while the guests turned their heads respectfully.
"Alpha Zion, you look truly charming tonight," said Isolde coquettishly, her voice soft and bold. She leaned forward slightly, her lips curving seductively.
Luna Nivian, Isolde's mother, cleared her throat softly.
"Isolde..." she said calmly, as if reminding her daughter to behave.
Zion gave only a slight smile, then pulled out a large chair that had been prepared at the end of the table. He sat down calmly, his aura very authoritative.
But in his head, Kael's voice echoed. 'I don't like that female, Zion. She looks at you as if you were hers.'
Zion suppressed his emotions, his lips still smil
