Aria's POVThe silence in the room was almost deafening.Everyone was staring at the Alpha, awaiting his reaction, which everyone could tell would be brutal from the way his chest heaved like a caged beast.But the moment he parted his lips to speak, Mother pressed a comforting hand to his shoulder.“My Alpha,” she murmured, her voice a soft baritone. “You need to calm down,” she added slowly, staring at him, but he wasn't looking at her; his gaze remained fixed on Tristan. “Look at me, my Alpha,” she urged, her voice pleading.He hesitated.“Look at me... please,” she urged again.Finally, he tore his gaze away from Tristan and looked at Mother. She cupped his cheeks, maintaining eye contact with him like she knew that was the only way to calm him down.“You need to be patient, my Alpha. I understand that you are very angry right now, but you need to control that anger before you do or say something you might regret forever.”His expression softened slightly. “I understand.” He gentl
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