“Easy, my love,” Azriel responded with a calm smile, though his eyes were sharp as they swept over the gathered guests. “He’s here, along with the other Alphas who were present during Markus’s visit. I have them all under surveillance.”
Lora smirked, satisfied. “Good. Let’s see how he likes the surprise we have in store.”
Asher stood at the center of the stage, next to his father, looking every bit the leader he was about to become. He was dressed in a tailored black suit with silver accents, his commanding presence drawing the attention of every guest.
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Earlier during the day, the air seemed to grow colder as Alpha Tronel arrived with his entourage. His sharp features were set in a mask of feigned politeness, but the tension in his posture was unmistakable. He knew this ceremony wa
