Cedrick’s POV
The aroma of aged leather and the subtle fragrance of ancient pages permeated the air, grounding me as I reviewed our pack’s latest reports. Percival’s sudden knock interrupted my thoughts. He entered quietly, his face shadowed with hesitation, his hand clenched around a rolled parchment.
“Alpha, there’s someone by the door. He said he came from the beta’s mansion, the Cyprus manor.” Percival’s voice held a hint of shock, which was rare for him. He knew as well as I did that Tyrone, the beta, had recently taken the omega I’d once claimed and discarded.
I paused, studying him intently. “What business could they possibly have with me?” My voice was steady, though my chest felt tight at the mention of Tyrone. Why now? And why at my doorstep?
He looked down, as if weighing hi
