**Alpha Ace’s Chamber – Dining Hall**

Ace leaned back in his chair, swirling the last of his wine. “Can you drink?”

“Alcohol?” Amora asked, blinking.

*Is he just changing the subject?* Ora whispered.

“What else?” Ace scoffed. He reached for a fresh bottle of sherry—rich amber liquid glinting in the candlelight.

“Maybe… this should be my first time,” Amora admitted.

Ace’s lips curved into a slow smirk.

He grabbed two glasses and the bottle, settling across from her again. “Twenty percent. Wanna try?”

*Is he trying to kill me?* Amora thought, but she nodded anyway.

“Sit,” he said, voice low.

She slid into the seat opposite him, watching as he...