Adele: The four of them scrambled back like startled prey, their faces draining of color. “A-Alpha, it’s not what it looks like, I swear,” one of them croaked out. His hands shook so violently that I thought he might collapse from sheer terror. Cole didn’t so much as flinch. His icy gaze flickered over them, his presence alone pressing down on the room like an invisible force. When he finally spoke, his voice was a low, commanding growl. “Get the hell out.” They didn’t need to be told twice. In an instant, they bolted from the room, stumbling over themselves in their desperate rush to escape. The door slammed shut behind them, leaving only Cole and me. And that’s when the weight of it all hit me. The silence was deafening. The once-spacious room suddenly felt oppressively small, li