But before the two of us could even leave the premices, Daemon and I walked back inside and seemed to both notice that the atmosphere of the estate had shifted. The once lively chatter and laughter had dimmed, replaced by a tension that hummed in the air like electricity.
I glanced around the grand room, spotting several Alphas gathered in a tight circle, their expressions serious. A heavy sense of foreboding settled in my chest.
“Stay close to me, Amira” Daemon murmured, his voice low but commanding.
I nodded, instinctively stepping a little closer to his side as we approached the gathering. My heart raced as I caught snippets of their conversation, the words “treaty” and “betrayal” echoing ominously in my ears.
“Alpha King, is it true that the woman you’re with was a mere slave?” A
