Someone coughed. Another shifted uncomfortably.
Alpha Logan leaned back in his chair, completely unfazed. He draped his arm lazily over the back of Maya’s wheelchair like a silent warning. His voice dropped, dark and cocky:
“Didn’t think so.”
And just like that, the room froze in submissive silence.
No further objections. No more power games. Just quiet, awkward acceptance that Alpha Logan wasn’t someone to f**k with.
The meeting adjourned.
The heavy oak doors opened, spilling the Alphas and their plus-ones into the celebration hall an extravagant ballroom laced with silver lights and chandeliers shaped like crescent moons.
Opulence bled from every wall, every velvet curtain, every expensive smile worn by people who’d kill each other over land or pride.
Maya leaned slightly in her
