TORN BETWEEN ALPHA BROTHERS
Dominic ate in near-silence, speaking when spoken to, directing the larger conversations of the table with a word or a look, his authority so completely ambient that it required no performance.
I learned things in those forty minutes that the letter hadn't told me. That the Ironveil Pack was one of the oldest in the eastern territory, with four hundred members spanning this property and three satellite settlements. That Dominic had been Alpha for three years, since their father's death. That Rafe was the pack's head enforcer, which explained both the coiled energy in him and the way even the largest men in the room gave him a half-step of deference when he moved.
I learned, too, by watching:
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