Chapter 131

Dylan The kind of power that radiated from one man alone… it was astonishing. I had never seen Pascal shaken, not once—until Osborne stepped into that room. The moment Pascal’s eyes landed on him, the cocky confidence drained out of him, replaced by something I never thought I would witness: submission. I didn’t blame him. Even I, whenever I stood close to Osborne, could feel that crushing force he carried so effortlessly. Alpha or not, the man’s presence was built to command, to dominate. If he had been born a mere wolf with no title, he would still bring entire rooms to their knees. My gaze drifted to Bella. She looked like someone had ripped the ground out from under her. Her face was twisted with fear, her eyes wide and trembling as they darted to mine. Her whole body quivered. Good. I wanted her like that—terrified, stripped of her arrogance, drowning in the consequences she thought she’d never face. Osborne’s voice cut through the air with that signature, deadly calm. “I see