Third Person POV
The banquet hall was alive with chatter, clinking glasses, and the subtle hum of admiration for the new ownership. Quinton had organized it as a formal thank-you, yet even in a sea of doctors and staff, he dominated the room—not with words, but his powerful presence. Tailored suit cutting across his broad shoulders, every movement precise and controlled, hair slightly tousled as if he hadn’t needed to try to look perfect—he drew eyes without effort.
Quinton moved among the crowd, a striking figure and sight to behold. He smiled, charming, approachable, friendly but his eyes avoided Hudson, and the human’s heart thudded painfully each time he caught sight of him. The drop-dead gorgeous Alpha was friendly with everyone to make each smile feel like a personal gift. Hudson’s
