_Zarelle’s POV_
The moment I gave Cyric permission through our mindlink, I watched his entire demeanor shift. The mischievous glint in his blue eyes sharpened into something far more dangerous, and his casual smile transformed into the kind of expression that made seasoned Alphas take a step back.
"Of course I'll answer your questions," Cyric said to the gathering reporters, his voice carrying easily over the murmur of the crowd. "Though I think introductions are in order first."
He moved with fluid grace, positioning himself slightly in front of me in a gesture that was protective. The reporters leaned in eagerly, sensing they were about to witness something newsworthy.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Cyric continued, his voice projecting with the natural authority of a born leader,
