Chapter 67

Ethan We arrived at Alpha Ronan's study. My shoes are thudding against the polished wood. The Frost mansion loomed as it always did—oppressive, grand, and suffocating. But today, it felt worse. There was a tension in the air, a weight I couldn’t ignore. The heavy sound of our shoes echoed in the hallway, growing louder as we approached his study. My pulse quickened, but I forced myself to stand tall, locking my nerves away behind a mask of indifference. When the doors swung open, Alpha Ronan entered like a storm with his broad shoulders cutting a shadow across the room, his golden eyes sharp and unyielding. “Ethan,” he said flatly, his voice low, measured, but carrying the unmistakable weight of authority. “You seem to have more to say." I swallowed but didn’t flinch. “Yes, indeed. I have something important to tell you, Alpha.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “It had better be. I don’t waste time on trivialities.” “It’s about one Felix.” His expression changed instantly. The air around hi