The main dining hall was massive.
A long table that could easily seat fifty people dominated the center of the room. Crystal chandeliers hung overhead, casting warm light over dark wood and expensive place settings. Tall windows lined one wall, showing the darkening grounds outside.
And the room was full.
At least thirty pack members sat at the table....warriors, advisors, high-ranking wolves in expensive clothes that spoke of power and position. They were already eating, already deep in conversation.
Until Lilith entered.
Then the room went silent.
Every head turned. Every eye locked on her.
She felt the weight of their stares like physical pressure. Saw the recognition in their faces. The whispers starting immediately.
That’s her. The traitor’s daughter. Victor’s girl. The payment.
Mrs. Hallowell’s hand touched her elbow briefly....a steadying gesture...then withdrew.
"The Alphas are at the head of the table," she said quietly. "Go to them."
Lilith forced herself to walk.
The brothers sat at the far end of the table, elevated slightly on a platform that marked their position as leaders. Nicholas in the center. Sebastian to his right. Lucian to his left.
All three watched her approach with expressions that ranged from cold assessment to hungry anticipation.
The whispers grew louder as she walked. She caught fragments:
"...can’t believe they’re allowing her...." "....Victor Thorne’s daughter at the Alpha’s table...." "....heard they’ve been using her—" "—payment for what her father did...."
She kept her head up. Kept walking. Refused to show fear even though her heart was hammering so hard she could barely breathe.
When she reached the head table, she stopped. Unsure where to go. Where she was supposed to sit.
Nicholas solved the problem.
"Here," he said, his voice carrying through the now-silent hall. He gestured to the empty chair directly beside him, a chair that had been conspicuously placed between him and Sebastian. "Sit."
She sat.
Immediately, she felt Sebastian’s hand land on her thigh under the table. Possessive. Claiming. A clear message to everyone watching.
"Eat," Nicholas said, his silver eyes moving over her face. "You look like you haven’t had a proper meal in days."
"I haven’t," she said quietly.
Something flickered in his expression. Too fast to identify.
He picked up his fork, speared a piece of meat from his plate, and brought it to her lips.
"Open."
Lilith’s face burned. Every eye in the room was on them. Every pack member watching this display.
She opened her mouth.
Nicholas fed her the bite, his eyes never leaving hers. "Good girl."
The room erupted in fresh whispers.
Sebastian’s hand tightened on her thigh. Not painfully, but enough to remind her of his presence. His claim.
Across from her, Lucian leaned back in his chair with that feral smile. His golden eyes scanned the room, tracking every wolf who looked too long, who whispered too loudly.


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