Chapter 7

Julian froze, his hand hovering mere inches from Elara’s arm.

The oppressive, suffocating weight of an Apex Alpha’s aura slammed into the aisle like a physical wall of force. The sheer pressure of it forced Julian’s knees to buckle slightly, the injured joint beneath his medical brace p

Chapter 8

The sleek, black town car glided to a halt before the grand entrance of the Obsidian Syndicate’s downtown estate, the tires purring softly against the cobblestone drive. Silas, impeccably dressed in a tailored chauffeur’s uniform that did nothing to hide his lethal, Apex-level build, exit

Chapter 9

The grand ballroom of the Obsidian Syndicate buzzed with a frantic, electric energy. Word of the confrontation had spread through the crowd like wildfire, and everywhere Elara turned, she could feel the weight of a hundred calculating stares.

Kaelen remained firmly at her side, his pres