Charles' POV
Soon, Alexander started sweating.
His jaw tightened, hands curling slightly like he was fighting his own body.
"You're just an ordinary Alpha." Louis said, stepping closer.
"It's cute that you think spending a few days in the military suddenly puts you above a pure-blood."
His smile dropped only a little — almost invisible — but enough to chill the room.
The air grew heavier. Even I felt it.
Louis' pheromones weren't loud… they were controlled, coiled like something dangerous holding itself back.
Alexander's throat bobbed as he swallowed.
For someone who never backed down from anything, he looked… shaken.
"You talk too much for someone who hides behind his family name," Alexander said, voice low but steady.
He squared his shoulders even though his knees looked like they wanted to buckle.
"If being a pure-blood makes you so powerful, why do you need intimidation to prove it?"
Louis' smile faded entirely.
