The omega who guided them down the long corridor stopped in front of the large double doors of the Alpha’s office. He hesitated for a moment before knocking politely.
“Alpha, they are here,” he announced.
“Let them in,” came Alpha Michael’s steady voice from inside.
The omega pushed the door open and stepped aside, bowing slightly as Darius and Roselyn entered the room.
The office was spacious, the air thick with tension and the faint scent of pine and dominance that always lingered around Alpha Michael. Behind the desk stood Michael himself, his expression composed but clearly troubled. Beside him were Kathy and Calvin, both standing with stiff postures, their faces a mixture of guilt and nervous anticipation.
“Alpha Darius, Roselyn,” Michael began, his tone courteous but weighted. “
