"Take her away, Arion. She's heavily intoxicated," commanded Xander, his voice carrying the weight of authority.
Arion nodded in acknowledgment, his gaze briefly meeting Xander's before he turned his attention to Lily.
"How many glasses have you had until you're this drunk?" Arion's voice held a note of concern as he addressed Lily.
Lily was about to respond, her lips parting to form an answer, but before she could utter a word, Arion intervened.
"Stay silent," Arion's words were barely more than a whisper, but they carried the unmistakable weight of his Alpha status. His warm breath brushed against the top of Lily's head as he spoke, his proximity both comforting and intimidating.
Instantly, Lily fell silent, her words caught in her throat. The command had taken hold of her, suppressing any impulse to speak out of turn.
