Chapter 89

MAGNAR’S POV The night had started off well enough. I was relaxed, chill, even in a good mood for once. The club’s atmosphere, though chaotic, gave me a rare moment of ease. It was one of those nights where I didn’t feel the weight of expectations, responsibilities, or my father’s ever-watchful eyes. But that moment of peace didn’t last. The second my friends brought more girls into our private booth, the shift in my mood was instant. I leaned back against the couch, watching them giggle and toss their hair, their eyes scanning the room, sizing up their options. It was the same every time. I knew exactly why they were here, and I didn’t have the patience to entertain them tonight. Noah, who was sitting beside me, seemed equally uninterested. His mate wasn’t here tonight, and unlike the others, he wasn’t looking to fill the void with meaningless attention. The rest of my friends? Mateless and eager. They dove right in, chatting, laughing, pulling the girls onto their laps, and acting as