Chapter 8 The weight of the Alpha

ALPHA KINGSLEY’S POV

Laughter—and then silence—followed her out of the hall.

Not the calm kind.

The kind that vibrates. Tight. Uneasy. Waiting to snap.

Every fork stilled. Every breath hitched. The murmurings low. The scent of humiliation, anger, and unshed tears hung thick in the air...

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