Chapter 112
Third Person's POV
Wilmot pulled out a pen and paper on the spot to write the receipt, his movements as efficient as if he were processing a routine pack transaction.
As he wrote, his wrist didn't falter for a second, but his alpha aura surged first, informing everyone: this was the Ironthorn pack's decision, and it was non-negotiable.
Just as the omega was about to hand the bank cards to Wilmot, Trista reached out and snatched them back.
The plastic cards grew warm in her grip, the edges nearly cutting into her palm.
The living room fell into a sudden, heavy silence.
The three alpha auras of the Ironthorn pack converged simultaneously, like invisible walls squeezing the air out of the ninety-square-meter apartment.
Wilmot's aura rose first—sharp, direct, and aggressive
