Bryan's POV
I sat there in the chair, staring at the pale walls, letting the silence stretch until it became heavy. My fingers were clasped together, my knuckles pressing white against my skin. The only sound was the faint ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner.
Then the door swung open. Two maids stepped in, arms loaded with fabric. The first carried my tuxedo — black with silver lapels — the second held a tray with cufflinks, a tie, and polished shoes that probably cost more than a month’s wages for most pack members.
“Good morning, Alpha Bryan,” one of them murmured softly, as if she could sense the tension coiling inside me.
Before I could answer, Knox followed them in, a smile plastered on his face like he’d been rehearsing it all morning.
“Congratulations, brother,” he s
