The air remained thick with power, an invisible force pressing down on everything. Even those elsewhere in the pack house—far from the Alpha’s chambers—felt it. Without understanding why, their knees buckled under the weight, confusion clouding their faces. Though the command hadn’t been directed at them, their wolves recognized the power that was unleashed… and obeyed instinctively.
Back in the room, the intensity of the power stirred Becca from her sleep. She sat up slowly, blinking as her eyes adjusted—only to find a commanding Dean standing tall, and a kneeling, submissive Mark before him.
Her eyes widened in shock as she stared at Dean, who hadn’t even glanced her way. His attention was fixed on Mark, as though he was weighing what punishment to deliver.
“How... how is this—” Mark
