Chapter 285
285 Sparks
Third Person POV
47 Pearis
Henry hadn’t released his pheromones, but the weight in his words–the certainty, the veiled threat–was enough to freeze the air.
Charles’s fists tightened, veins rising on the back of his hands. He could feel it: his Beta bloodline placed him at a disadvantage against an Alpha’s innate dominance. But his wolf howled in defiance, driving him forward.
He fixed his gaze on Henry, voice cutting sharp and deliberate. “Alpha, what Ms. Mary needs right now is peace–a place to rest. Not to be cornered by someone barging in, someone who’s already hurt her. If you really cared for her, you’d leave.”
“Hurt her?” Henry’s eyes chilled, the warning in his tone unmistakable as he turned his gaze on Charles. “That’s between me and her. It isn’t for an outsider to judge. Especially not a Beta…” His words trailed, but the contempt in them was clear: Charles had no place in matters between an Alpha and an Omega.
“Beta so what?” Charles’s voice cracked like a whip, rising with wolfish ferocity. “At least I can see her pain. Ar least I don’t drag her back when she’s falling apart. Can’t you see her resistance? Or has Alpha arrogance blinded you so much that force is the only answer you know?”
The two men clashed without touching, one seated, the other standing, eyes locked in silent battle. The tension between them sparked like flint and steel, the air itself vibrating with it.
Then-
Clink .
Aubrey’s fork struck porcelain, the sound sharp in the silence. Small as it was, it cracked through the standoff like a command.
Both men turned to her at once.
She lifted her head. Her expression was blank, but her eyes were frigid, sweeping over Henry, then Charles.
She said nothing. But that cold gaze was enough.
Henry’s Alpha presence retreated, contained. Charles slowly straightened, releasing his fists.
The suffocating pressure in the dining roo
eased, leaving only a wary, brittle quiet.
“Sorry,” Charles muttered first, his tone/slipping back into gentleness, weighted with apology. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Findnøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access s of novels early and in the highest quality.
Henry pressed his lips together, didn’t speak, but looked away–conceding in silence.
Aubrey ignored them both, picked up her fork again, and returned to her meal.
So the breakfast ended, not with conversation, but
When it was over, Aubrey rose. “I’ve got cat hair all
a silence so strange it felt almost unreal.
over me. I’m going to shower.”
She picked up the clothes Charles had bought for he
and walked toward the bathroom.
The two men exchanged a glance. The air thickened again, the faintest whiff of powder keg in the room. But
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remembering Aubrey’s earlier look, both swallowed it back down.
Not long after, Aubrey emerged, towel–drying her hair.
Almost immediately, Hemy stood, tugging at his collar, his voice casual, deliberate. “It’s hot. I should wash up too.”
Charles’s eyes darkened with understanding.
He rose as well, voice flat but firm. “Good idea. I haven’t cleaned up after my morning workout either . The implication was clear: sweat still clung to him, and he wasn’t about to give ground.
And so, nearly in unison, both men stripped off their shirts, barc–chested, their physiques bared like declarations of war.
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