Elara Wynn

“Niece?” Kael repeated with sharp emphasis. “So that’s your relationship?”

The air grew heavy. The atmosphere in the room was tense, until Ronan’s voice broke the silence coldly, “I can’t continue this. If you truly want to play this game, then consider the rights to the wine dock… my gift to you, Alpha Draven. Enjoy it, and goodbye.”

He turned without looking back, leaving us suspended in the quiet.

“I hate this…” I muttered, clutching the hem of my ...