Alpha Baron’s POV
The scent of aged mahogany and cigar smoke lingered in my study, wrapping around me like a second skin. My fingers toyed with the gold pen on my desk, a habit I’d picked up from my father when he ruled before me. The fire in the hearth crackled low, casting shadows that danced across the walls. Silence was rare in this house, and I had come to appreciate it more than most things in life.
Until it was broken.
A knock came, firm and authoritative.
"Enter," I said without looking up.
The door creaked open, and the familiar presence of Alpha Rowan filled the space. The man had a way of commanding a room even without saying a word. Tall, silver-streaked hair, and eyes that had seen too much bloodshed to be fooled easily.
"Baron," he greeted with that low rumble of his vo
