Zach lit another cigarette, the sharp scent of smoke twisting through the heavy air like poison. His Beta stood near the door, silent, cautious...smart enough to know when his Alpha was simmering at the edge of madness.
“Bring her in,” Zach muttered, voice rough and low, a dangerous rasp that sent a shiver through the room.
As his Beta obeyed, Zach leaned back in his chair, eyes black with a satisfaction that wasn’t just dark...it was f*****g evil. The room reeked of whiskey, blood, and power. His boots tapped against the floor, slow, deliberate, each sound a warning.
Then, the air changed. A pressure, cold and suffocating, settled like fog.
Zach’s smirk dropped. He didn’t have to look to know who it was. His father’s aura...the infamous Alpha Orion...hit him like a slap.
“So,” came t
