Seraphina's POV
The tension in Lord Alaric's chambers was suffocating. I stood frozen near the door, trying to make myself invisible as the two powerful men squared off. My fingers trembled slightly as I clasped them together, heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird.
Alpha Damien Nightwing stood tall and unyielding, his broad shoulders set in a hard line. There was something coldly magnificent about him – like a perfectly preserved statue of some ancient god of war. His face betrayed nothing as Lord Alaric paced before him.
"This is absurd, Damien," Lord Alaric said, running a hand through his silver-streaked hair. His resemblance to the triplets was striking, especially when agitated. "You can't just waltz in here and claim the Luna of this pack as your property."
"She's not the Luna," Damien replied simply. "The mating ceremony was never completed properly."
