The scent of a burning cigar hung thick in the air as Zion pushed open the door to Doctor Helena's private chamber.
Inside, the room's quiet warmth was completely frozen by the terrifying presence of the man sitting in the leather armchair.
He was Alpha Callus, Zion's father and one of the most powerful and ruthless pack leaders in the country.
Callus was the kind of man who viewed everyone as mere chess pieces and used them as part of his little games by targeting their emotions as a fatal weakness.
Giving off his elegant aura, he was seated with flawless, imposing posture. His cold amber eyes met Zion sharply before he slowly adjusted his gold cufflink.
"What took you so long?" His tone was filled with impatience, while his deep voice carried a natural command that could make any ordinary Alpha shudder in front of them.
However, as the supreme Alpha himself, Zion stood tall, refusing to show any sign of getting intimidated by his cold aura.
