Chapter 167

ALPHA DORIAN’S POV I didn’t even have time to breathe. Just as I was preparing to deal with the witches and their inconvenient arrival, another storm came crashing through my borders—Dominic. And Derek. With official backing from the Elder Council and letters of support from surrounding packs. The timing couldn’t have been worse. I stood by the window of my study, knuckles white against the dark wood as I gripped the edge of the desk. My jaw clenched as I stared at the guards scrambling below to prepare the meeting hall. They were here. Dominic, the perfect, honorable Alpha with fire in his blood and vengeance in his heart. And I? I had a fake escape, a dead lunatic, and a very much alive Olivia resting in my infirmary, still unaware of the lengths I was willing to go to keep her here. I took a slow breath. No mistakes now, Dorian. One misstep, and this entire house of cards collapses. ________________________________________ The meeting room was suffocatingly formal—mahogany walls, re