Jasmin's POV
The moment I crossed the threshold into the Academy, I could feel it in my bones. The storm was far from over.
When Alpha Mateo walked into the grand hall with Mariyah's delicate hand clasped in his, and Alpha Alonzo stood motionless in the center like a statue carved from ice, I knew the real tempest was about to unleash itself.
Mariyah appeared ghostly beside Mateo. Her skin had turned ashen, her lips pressed into a thin line of silence. Her gaze darted between Alpha Mateo and her father, uncertainty written across every feature as tremors ran through her slender frame. The moment they came to a halt mere inches from Alpha Alonzo, the entire hall plunged into suffocating quiet. The atmosphere grew so thick with tension that everyone held their breath, anticipating either bloodshed or something infinitely more devastating.
What unfolded next defied every expectation.
