*"It went perfectly." Cole set down his glass in his father's study. The room smelled of cigar smoke and old leather. "Julian Voss. Senior liaison. Couldn't stop complimenting Aurora.""He called me the moon's beloved to my face." Aurora perched on the arm of the sofa, still flushed. "He was genuinely taken with the Pack grounds too."Marcus smiled. "I told you. Night Veil didn't fund this Pack for six months out of charity. They see our value." He looked at Aurora. "They see your value.""Aurora made it happen." Cole raised his glass. "Father, she handled the reception flawlessly—this is what an Alpha daughter looks like."Aurora dipped her chin. "If the Pack is valued, it's because Father and Cole built something worth valuing. I'm just doing my part."Marcus beamed. "That's my daughter. A true Thorne. Unlike—" He caught himself, but the word Layla hung in the air anyway.Cole's expression hardened. "Layla was out again this morning. Met some rogue woman with a motorcycle. Hugging i
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