Chapter 99

Theron's POV

I leaned back in the chair, legs crossed with ease, one hand resting casually on the armrest, the other flicking ash from my cigarette with idle grace. The whole room smelled faintly of tobacco and cold silence. I wasn't in a hurry to move-until I heard Mrs. Jory's voice calling from outside the study.

"Young Alpha, dinner's ready."

"Coming," I called out.

With a slow exhale, I snuffe