Shyla’s P.O.V.

"Over my dead body!"

The authority of the Royal tone rippled through my bones as Maddox’s majestic figure appeared before my sight. He walked through the double doors of the hall, dressed in an exquisitely tailored black suit, his open collar look was a feast for everyone’s eyes.

His robust muscles peeking through his shirt made me gulp, the indifference written on his face was like a grave warning for his opponents.

Maddox took long strides, moving gracefully, his regal physique made all the other Alphas look like ants in front of an elephant.

No doubt, my dad had a great authoritative and oppressive personality. But Maddox’s dominance...