Aria's POV
The pressure slammed down over the room without warning, dense and electric, pressing against my chest hard enough to steal the air from my lungs.
I knew exactly what it was the second it hit me. I'd felt Alpha pressure before, watched grown wolves drop their eyes and bow their heads under it more times than I could count.
But I'd never felt it this strong. Never from Damian.
Around the table, every wolf reacted at once. Elena's shoulders dropped low, her gaze sliding to the floor.
Grace went still, her jaw tightening as she fought the instinct to submit. Even Aldric—Aldric, who never showed weakness in front of anyone—flinched, just for a second, before he caught himself.
Damian's eyes had gone fully crimson. A low sound rolled out of his chest, deep enough
