Author's POV
Alpha Sinclair's expression remained unreadable. "Even if we don't want entanglements with the Royal Family, we need to play the game. Tomorrow Edward is hosting a dinner for you and Elara. You'll attend."
"I—"
"Andrew Reese will be there as well."
The words hung in the air like bait on a hook.
Chloe's eyes narrowed. "Fine. I'll trust you on this one."
She turned to leave, but caught Lucian's worried glance toward his father.
"Father," Lucian said carefully once Chloe had closed the door behind her. "Edward is a spoiled waste of space. What are you really planning? Is this truly just political theater?"
Alpha Sinclair set down his pen with deliberate precision. "Adrian has spoiled her. She's reckless, impulsive, too used to getting her way. She needs
