CHAPTER 18
SLOANE’S POV
The dining hall was nothing short of extravagant.
Golden chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, their warm glow reflecting off polished marble floors.
A long table stretched across the center, adorned with fine crystal, silverware, and dishes prepared to impress even the most critical Alpha.
It was tradition, that at the end of each summit day, they gathered like this. Sharing a meal, exchanging subtle power plays disguised as casual conversation.
Tonight was no different, except for one thing. Me.
I could feel it the moment I stepped in. Eyes lingered a second too long, conversations paused just slightly before resuming.
Even the servants moved with a heightened awareness, as though they too could sense the tension threading through the room.
I walked i
