Even though Alex carried himself with confidence, I could feel the quiet comparison he made the moment his gaze landed on Elliot. His instincts recognized it immediately—Elliot stood at a level that could not be easily challenged, his presence alone carrying the weight of a dominant Alpha within the social hierarchy of allied packs.
Alex came from a background where every step forward had been earned through struggle, and that shaped the way he saw the world. He had climbed through effort and persistence, yet even he understood that some individuals were born into positions of overwhelming influence, where power flowed naturally rather than being chased.
I sensed his attention shift toward me, and in that brief moment, something unspoken passed through his expression. There was interest, attachment even, formed quickly from our short exchange, as though his instincts had already begun to align around the idea of me.
