Seraphina's POV
"You're still making excuses for this brat?" Edwin's voice boomed, cutting through the air like a gunshot.
The Alpha aura he let off was heavy—the kind that made the oxygen left the room.
Even as a high-ranking wolf, I felt the weight of it. It was suffocating.
He turned his lethal gaze onto Mortimer.
Under that ancestral glare, even the man who usually played god in this city had to drop his head.
"If you hadn't been so spineless with your boundaries, do you think a random omega would have the nerve to pull this in front of your Luna?"
"Grandfather... it's not what you think..." Mortimer started, but his voice was tight.
"Shut it!"
That was a Command. Mortimer's jaw locked instantly; he couldn't have spoken if he tried.
"Mortimer, the Davis family has bled enough
