"Do it, Rey!" Elliot's command cut through the broken den like an Alpha's full-force order, heavy enough that even trained wolves would hesitate under it. The air tightened around him, his dominance spilling outward in waves that made the space feel smaller, more suffocating, as the bond between us reacted like a live wire under strain.
Rey hesitated, not out of defiance, but out of understanding the scale of what was being demanded. "President Presgrave… fifty percent of the pack holdings is not a small sacrifice," he said carefully, his voice lowered as though afraid of provoking the Alpha further. His gaze flicked toward me once before returning to Elliot, clearly realizing this was no longer strategy, but instinct overriding reason.
