Xavier’s POV
Tucked into the hills of Silver Moon territory, we enter the restaurant where heavy mahogany beams and crystal chandeliers give the room an air of quiet, and high-stakes authority. Alpha Malcom Soner occupies the head of the long dining table with the kind of quiet authority few men possess.
Black Shadow may be the more prosperous pack, but Silver Moon's Alpha wears elegance as naturally as breathing. Neat slick-backed hair, clean-shaven, impossibly handsome, and untouched by age, he looks no older than thirty despite having lived decades beyond it. A thin platinum hoop curved through one side of his nose, the understated piece wasn’t flashy.
Like everything else about Alpha Malcolm Somer, it spoke of quiet wealth, impeccable taste, and a confidence that never had to announ
