Alpha Asher
Helen, who had been silent until now, wiped her eyes.
"Thank you," she whispered, her gaze locked on Asher and Olivia. "Thank you both."
"We’ll start tomorrow," Asher said, his voice decisive. "I’ll make the calls. We’ll get Veronica the care she needs."
***
The door to Alpha Cassius’s office creaked open, and the scent hit him before the visitor even stepped in. He stiffened, recognising the scent of the one wolf he despised more than anyone else—Alpha Abel.
Without waiting for an invitation, Abel strolled into the office. He didn’t bother with formalities, simply seating himself in Cassius’s chair, acting as if the office belonged to him.