Ronan
“Very well,” I say into the phone. “I’ll see you on Monday, Elder Chapman.”
There’s a brief murmur of agreement on the other end before the line disconnects. I set the receiver back into its cradle and lean into my chair, exhaling slowly.
Contesting a mate bond through the Supreme Elder Council is rare. Messy. Politically irritating. The SEC doesn’t like them because they force truths into the open—truths about power, entitlement, and what happens when one Alpha decides the rules don’t apply to him.
Stupidly, Grant Sutton decided that and now he gets to answer for it.
A knock sounds at my office door, familiar and unceremonious.
“Come in.”
Owen steps inside without waiting, already rolling his shoulders like he’s trying to shake something off. He closes the door behind him and
