Victoria
The morning after our leadership council meeting, I stood on the back terrace of Howlthorne Manor, watching as the gardeners tended to my mother's beloved rose garden. Despite my exhaustion from days of crisis management, I'd risen with the dawn, drawn to this peaceful corner of the estate where my mother had spent so many happy hours. The gentle spring breeze carried the scent of freshly bloomed flowers, momentarily washing away the stress of leadership.
"I thought I'd find you here," Leo's deep voice came from behind me.
I turned to see him approaching, casual in dark jeans and a simple black button-down with the sleeves rolled to his elbows—a rare departure from his usual intimidating suits. Even dressed down, he radiated the unmistakable energy of an Alpha, drawing
