Third Person POV

Harrison’s father approached, his polished shoes clicking against the floor. The moment he spotted the sleek black car idling at the far end, his entire posture shifted. Shoulders bent, smiles stretched wide, every step showed respect.

“Alpha Dominic,” he greeted, bowing slightly toward the tinted window. “What an honor. I didn’t expect you to come in person.”

Inside the car, Dominic sat like stone, one arm resting casually on the window frame, but his eyes were ...