“He is here, Alpha,” Mark said.
Alpha nodded slightly and gestured for them to come in.
And then, the old man walked in.
“I am glad you came,” Kieran said.
“This is an honor, Alpha. A true honor.”
The old man’s voice was steady, filled with reverence as he bowed slightly, his gray hair falling over his forehead. His name was Hector—one of the eldest in the pack, a man who had seen countless moons and battles.
Across the room, Alpha Kieran stood tall, his gaze cold and unwavering. His presence alone commanded silence, but his words carried weight far heavier than his stance.
“I want Elisa.”
Hector lifted his head, meeting the Alpha’s piercing gaze. There was no hesitation, no protest—only a slow, knowing smile.
“She is yours,all yours Alpha” he said simply.
“You didn’t even try to
