Before leaving, I reached for my phone and deleted every trace of them, the names of Alpha Alaric, Nyra, and even my parents. Each press of the delete button was a spark of liberation, a severing of ties soaked in years of betrayal, pain, and suffocating expectation.
Alpha Alaric’s POV
By the time the press conference began, the room thrummed with energy, human and wolf media alike poised to record every movement, every word. I stood on the stage beside Nyra, my posture calm, commanding, radiating the alpha dominance that made lesser wolves instinctively bow their heads. Cameras flashed like lightning storms, reporters scribbled furiously, and I announced the transfer of Knight Holdings to her with the cold, measured authority of a wolf marking its territory.
“This marks a new chapter for our family,” I said, each word calculated, dripping with control and predation. The applause rolled through the crowd, vibrating through the walls like a pack call. I caught the hollow pride in Nyra’s parents’ faces, their smiles fixed, celebrating Nyra’s triumph as if Kaia had never existed.