ALEX POV
As soon as we stepped into Dad's imposing office, the atmosphere shifted, heavy with anticipation and tension. The room exuded power, with dark wood panelling and rich leather furniture adding to its masculine aura. The scent of pine and leather lingered in the air, blending with the faint hint of Dad's alpha pheromones.
Dad's desk, a massive oak behemoth, dominated the space, its surface marred by fresh claw marks, a testament to his frustration. Behind it, a large window overlooked the sprawling landscape of the pack territory, the distant mountains casting long shadows across the forest below.
Beta Mateo, Max's father, stood silently beside Dad, his presence adding to the air of authority. His gaze was sharp, piercing, as if assessing our every move.
As Dad's eyes met ours,
