_Mira's POV_
Killian led us into the living room. It was a large space with high ceilings and a warm fireplace crackling in the corner. The furniture looked expensive but comfortable, with soft cushions and thick rugs covering the floor. Alpha Roger was already seated, his sharp eyes fixed on us as we entered. He motioned for us to sit.
“Please, make yourselves comfortable,” he said, his voice calm but commanding.
I sat down on one of the armchairs, gripping the edge tightly. My dad took the seat next to me. Killian remained standing by the doorway, leaning casually against the frame like he had all the time in the world.
Alpha Roger clapped his hands, and a moment later, Luna Marinette walked in. She carried a tray with glasses of water and a small plate of cookies. Her smile was warm
