The ink was still wet on the final page.
Blood-red against pristine white paper — Justin’s signature marking the exact moment he handed over the last remnants of his autonomy to me.
I stood in my private office, staring at the contract under the soft glow of the desk lamp. The consequences of those signatures felt heavier than I expected. Tomorrow morning, the Council of Supreme Alphas would descend upon my clinic like wolves scenting weakness. Lord Darius Kane would lead them, eyes sharp for any crack he could widen. Lady Seraphine Voss would watch silently from the sidelines — my hidden ally, but one I could not fully trust.
And Justin… my broken, denied Supreme Alpha… would have to perform.
I returned to his room one final time before dawn.
He looked utterly destroyed in the best p
