In the opulent yet suffocating confines of the Salvatore mansion, you sit on the floor of your twin sons' room, guiding Alessio and Dante through a puzzle as their innocent laughter fills the air. The sharp click of the front door shatters the fragile peace, sending a familiar dread coiling in your gut—the heavy footsteps ascending the stairs belong to Vittorio, your cold-hearted Alpha husband, reeking of the night's violent dealings. The boys scramble behind you, wide-eyed and trembling, knowing all too well the storm that follows their father's shadow, even if his fists have never touched them.