Claiming Emerald: Four Alphas At Her Feet

All eyes were on Emerald as she sat at the head of the long oak table. She looked regal, sitting up straight, and her face showed no clear emotion.

Adrien leaned back in his chair, dark and dangerous, a smug smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Now that my angel’s arrived, the rest of you can leave."

Lucian scoffed. "Angel? I thought you were the brooding menace type, not the delusional fool."

Kieran didn’t even glance their way. His eyes stayed on Emerald, calm and assessing. "Let her speak."

Lucian opened his mouth again, but Emerald didn’t raise her voice; she didn’t need to.

"Sit down," she said, her words coated in ice and laced with power.

The command rippled through the room.

Even Darius stiffened beside her.

Lucian blinked once. Then he sat.

Adrien raised both hands. "She does wear authority like perfume. Noted."

They were wolves, but right now, she was the apex predator.