He did not.
Alpha Marcos still held my hand. “How are you finding your new role as the Luna of the most sought after Alpha? It must be quite the adjustment.”
“It is,” I admitted. “But I’m learning.”
“I’m sure you are.” His eyes crinkled at the corners. “And with a mate as attentive as Zane, I imagine you’re in excellent hands.”
Something in his tone felt off. Like the words meant more than they said.
Before I could respond, I felt it.
Zane’s hand on my thigh.
Firm. Possessive. His fingers pressing into the fabric of my gown hard enough that I felt the heat of his palm through the silk.
My breath caught and my expression shifted, visible enough that Alpha Marcos noticed.
His smile faltered slightly.
“Well,” he said, finally releasing my hand. “I should let you both enjoy the even
