len

stared down at the sun-dappled garden. Elara was still kneeling bes

mega had dismissed. Consumed by Pack politics and border disputes, I had blindly accepted her word, or

forehead and smiled. It wasn't the polite, calculated mask she wore in the Great Hall. It was

awing at my chest, demanding I claim

mured from the doorway, breaking the he

ther. Heat rushed to my face, a dangerous mix of shame and the raw, untamed desir

barest hint of my Alpha's Command. "Is the report on the northern border Rogue ac

m his eyes, replaced instantly by stoic obedience. "At once, Alp

e tactical maps spread across my desk. *She is a duty. The Pack comes first,* I repeated

y what had transpired after Elara took Jaxon inside. I needed to gauge if Hattie's earlier negli

ing her hands, her scent sour with

," I co

warmed her hands by rubbing them together, then massaged his stomach. Just gentle pressure. He relaxed almost immediately." Hattie swallowed hard. "Only th

ed," I g

etely bypassed my authority, healed my son, and won his absolute loyalty in a single afternoon. The Luna's Suite

uldn't let my guard down. Tomorrow, I would watch her every move. I would strip away the mys