The heavy doors of Kaelen's private office slammed shut, cutting off the frantic murmurs of the gala outside.

Kaelen paced behind his massive mahogany desk, his chest heaving, his composure completely shattered. Seraphina stood in the center of the room, entirely relaxed, while Caspian assumed a g

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