Andria's POV
The microphone felt heavier the longer I held it, my voice trying to find its way through the tension in the room, caused by the Alpha successors.
"That's when we found the underground club," I said quietly, my words threading through the hush.
But I wasn't sure if anyone was even listening anymore.
Aven, Damon, and Tristan finally took their seats, and I let out a sigh of relief. Sir Kaelric ordered that there should be decorum, as he noticed their entrance was stealing more attention than the problem at hand.
The way they could command attention without even trying. Damon leaned back with that infuriating calm, his fingers tapping idly against the table. Aven's gaze lingered sensually as he rolled his tongue inside his mouth suggestively, tracing me like he was reading every twitch of my expression.
