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The heavy doors of the Alpha's mansion swung open, and Alpha Baston and his son, Aiden, stepped into the grand, gold lit living room. The chandeliers above flickered faintly, casting rippling shadows over the marble floor. The night's tension hung thick between them
Aiden moved toward the sweeping staircase, his hand brushing the polished railing, but his father's sharp voice cut through the silence.
"Wait."
Aiden froze halfway up the stairs and turned, his expression controlled but slightly wary.
Baston's voice came again, low but dangerous. "How did that human servant know about Lisa?"
Aiden's brows furrowed, and he shrugged "I have no idea, Father. Maybe the girl guessed. She's bold and reckless afterall."
Baston's steps echoed through the room as he closed the distance between them. His calm facade cracked, and his hand lashed out in a slap
Aiden's head jerked slightly to the side, but he didn't flinch beyond that.
