ALPHAS’ COUNCIL
Amaya walked into the conference room alone, her eyes cold like the ice sea abyss. She came with Kane, her gamma, but directed him to wait in the car while she handled them. The moment she walked in, there was a pin drop silence as more than two hundred alphas and alpha kings from all over the world looked at her, their gazes judgemental and harsh.
She was dressed in her signature leather jacket, trousers, and leather boots, her hair held in place by a few fashionable weaves and gemstone pins, with the black mask in place, shielding the scarred part of her face. She looked at the spot meant for the alpha king of Silver Fang territories and realized that another alpha was sitting on it. Her lips turned up in a cold smirk, and she took another step towards them.
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