Marked By The Alpha's Cursed Blue Moon

The moment Bernard ended the call, he leaned back in his seat, exhaling sharply. His gaze drifted across the vast hall where he sat, an enormous space, yet eerily empty.

Dust clung to the ancient walls, the once-glorious designs now faded, mere shadows of their former grandeur.

It was a place that had once echoed with power and prestige, but now, it stood as nothing more than a forgotten relic of the past.

Bernard’s fingers curled into fists as his thoughts grew darker.

"I will not be a weak Alpha. I won’t sit idly while others act on my behalf. I will make my own moves... And I promise, this place will return to its former glory... its name feared and respected once again."

With a newfound resolve, he rose from his seat, his sharp gaze sweeping across the hall. He took slow, deliberate steps, letting his fingers brush against the cold, decaying walls.

Five minutes passed before he decided to leave. Just as he reached the entrance, his phone rang, freezing him in place.

He glanced at the screen. Mother.

Bringing the device to his ear, he answered in a composed tone; "Hello, Mother... Good afternoon."

"I need to see you immediately," Victoria’s voice came through, firm yet laced with urgency. "Return home at once."

"Understood. I’ll be there soon."