3 The North House, Celestial Moon Academy… “Alpha Silas,” Ethan, Silas’s beta, greeted him, his voice steady, though his eyes betrayed caution. Silas didn’t reply—not immediately, anyway. He merely inclined his head, the faintest nod, his eyes still locked on the glowing screen of his laptop. The pale blue light reflected off his sharp features, accentuating the cool detachment that always seemed to cling to him like a shadow. The room was quiet except for the rhythmic tapping of his fingers against the keyboard. His private study was vast but cold; every line, every polished surface, was as precise as the man himself. One would think that with a face like his—thick eyebrows, high cheekbones, and a chiseled jaw, a face almost too perfect, the kind that could make magazine editors weep with envy—Silas would be approachable. But no one dared to approach him without reason. Not unless they were tired of living. He was beautiful, yes. But he was also terrifying. And lately, his
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