The sheer force of Seraphina’s unleashed aura hit the room like a physical shockwave. The heavy mahogany desk groaned under the sudden atmospheric pressure, and the crystal decanters on the side table rattled violently against each other.

Kaelen Cross, the proud, arrogant Alpha of the Obsidian Pac

"Did you hear me, Kaelen?" Elara snapped, her voice grating against the heavy, oppressive silence of the office. She tapped her silver-heeled shoe against the hardwood floor, her face flushing with irritation. "The investors are murmuring. The band stopped playing. And I will not have my pup's futur

The grand ballroom of the Obsidian Packhouse was a sea of nervous murmurs and frantic whispers.

Just twenty minutes ago, the gala had been a triumphant display of Kaelen's supposed wealth. The crystal chandeliers had sparkled, the champagne had flowed freely, and the region's wealthiest investors