Chapter 23: The Alpha's Disdain
(Alexander's POV)
The great hall was alive, buzzing with soft murmurs and tension that hummed in the air like a taut wire ready to snap. The wolves gathered weren’t here just to celebrate Aspen’s recognition. No, they came to see her—judge her—decide if she was worth speaking about or discarding as an afterthought.
“She’s just an Omega,” a sharp whisper cut across the room.
The voice belonged to a she-wolf standing with a group near the grand archway. She wore an expensive gown, her hair tied in elaborate braids. Her wolf’s disdainful presence practically slithered through the air.
“Seventeen years,” another muttered to her right, barely masking her sneer. “And this is Wintercrest's lost treasure? What a joke.”
I stayed quiet, my silver eyes swee
