Helena slammed her bedroom door shut, pressing her back against the cold wood as her chest heaved with shaky breaths. The house was silent, but the echoes of Noah and Clair's threatening words still pounded in her mind like a relentless drum.
She squeezed her eyes shut, willing the memories away—but she couldn't. The way Noah's expression had shifted from polite amusement to chilling intensity haunted her. His cold, calculating eyes seemed to see through her, peeling back every carefully built defense she'd constructed over the years. Clair hadn't even needed to speak much—her presence alone radiated power, control, and quiet malice.
Helena clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. They're just alphas, she told herself, like any other. But she knew better. They weren't just powerful—they were dangerous. People like Noah and Clair didn't make idle threats.
