Octavia's Point of View
The room empties slowly after the meeting, one by one, everyone files out of my father’s office. Rafael gives me a look, that quiet sort of check in that says are you okay? I nod my head faintly, pretending I am. Kai lingers for a second longer near the door, like he is not sure whether to wait for me or not, but when my father clears his throat, he follows the others out.
The door shuts with a soft click, and suddenly the office feels too big. Too heavy. The air still carries the scent of tension, steel, ink, and faint traces of smoke from the earlier attack. But the biggest elephant in the room remains the man who just suspiciously died in the holding cells and what he had said.
My father, Alpha Jordan, stands behind his desk, his hands braced on the polished s
