Chapter 58

VALERIA’S POV Breakfast with the Alpha family was, without a doubt, one of the most uncomfortable meals I’d ever experienced—and that was saying something considering the years I’d spent being degraded as a slave in this very pack. The dining room, grand and imposing, felt suffocating. Every inch of it screamed wealth and power, from the intricate carvings on the chairs to the crystal chandelier that cast its cold light over the long table. It should’ve been a moment of power for them, but the tension in the air was palpable. Dimitri sat at the head of the table, his posture rigid, exuding authority. To his right sat Magnar, his expression carefully blank, though I could feel his eyes on me, constantly observing. Across from him, Luna Mirena sat quietly, her face neutral but her stiff posture betrayed her unease. And then there was me, sitting at the far end like a strange piece that didn’t quite belong in their perfect picture. I knew they were all uncomfortable with my presence. They