Marcus’s POV
Inside the grand court room on the top floor of Wolfe Infrastructure Tower, the atmosphere was suffocating. Heavy stone walls kept the room cold, and the air vents hummed quietly overhead.
Thick obsidian tables stretched across the center of the floor. Surrounding the table sat the President of Kingsley, top state governors, generals, and military leaders. They sat in stiff silence, their eyes fixed on the man at the head of the room.
Damian Wolfe sat in his tall, throne-like leather chair, holding a heavy gold pen. He was the Supreme Alpha of the Wolfe Empire, the most feared ruler in the entire territory.
President Micah sat directly across from him, tapping his fingers nervously against his briefcase.
Beside him, three governors shuffled thick stacks of paper under the
