Alpha Enzo's POV
The murmurs in the hall settled into a low hum as I stepped through the grand entrance. Beta Ash was just behind me, his expression sharp and collected, every movement of his body exuding control. I could feel the air tighten the moment my boots hit the polished floor. Every head turned, eyes followed, and the subtle shift of whispers rolled across the room like a current trying to catch fire.
I didn’t rush. An Alpha never rushed. Each stride was deliberate, paced to remind everyone present that I owned the moment, that the silence was mine to break. My black suit clung perfectly, tailored for this ceremony, though truthfully, I could have walked in wearing nothing but the weight of my presence, and still, they would bow their heads.
Ash walked a step behind me, carryin
