Margot POV
“Got it. Your call.”
Rhett Vanderbilt tipped his chin once, satisfied. “Eaten yet?”
“Not yet.”
“Stay. Eat first. Tell Henry what you want.”
“Thanks, Alpha Vanderbilt.”
He stood. The air shifted.
A thin, dry thread of scent slid past me, black ebony, steady and a little sharp underneath the heavy wood. It settled in my lungs like something that had always belonged there.
The wolf under my skin lifted its head, restless, ears pricked.
Three years of locked doors, and that single note just turned the key.
My fingers twitched on my thigh; I forced them flat.
Three years ago, someone competing for the same talent slot slipped me something in the lab.
The heat hit like a truck. My skin burned. My thoughts scattered.
I would’ve taken any Alpha within reach just to make it
