“Of course, my son,” came the prompt reply.
Moments later, Ronald entered Markus's private study. Even in his later years, Ronald was an imposing man, his presence commanding respect. His silver hair was neatly combed, and his piercing blue eyes, identical to his son's, held a depth of wisdom and experience. The father and son exchanged warm greetings, a hug that spoke of the deep bond between them.
Markus gestured for his father to sit. "I need to brief you on the events of today," he began, recounting the story of Elora, her hardships, and the surprising confrontation with Alpha Carter. He spoke of Azriel's second chance mate, their son, and the unjust treatment Elora had endured.
When Markus finished, Ronald was pensive, his brow furrowed in thought. "I'm happy for Azriel," he said f
