The air inside Alpha Asher’s office was heavy—thick with tension, authority, and the unmistakable pressure of two dominant Alphas sharing the same space.
Alpha Asher stood near the long oak desk, his hands clasped behind his back in a posture meant to project control. Beside him, Luna Hazel sat upright, chin lifted, her expression carefully composed. Beta Rafe stood slightly behind them, alert, eyes moving between the Alpha King and his own leaders, reading the room with the instinct of a seasoned second-in-command.
Across from them stood Talon.
The Alpha King.
His presence alone altered the very atmosphere. Power rolled off him in quiet waves—restrained, controlled, but unmistakably lethal if unleashed. At his side stood Beta Enzo, calm and observant, his gaze sharp as he took in ever
