Chapter 257

Third Person's POV

The air in the dimly lit office was thick with tension, the scent of lingering Alpha dominance clinging to the corners like smoke. Desmond's breath brushed against Vespera's ear, low and deliberate, carrying the faint, primal scent of his own pack. "A useless whelp, versus the heir of a bright future for a great family. Miss Kent, if you had to choose... which would you pick?" H