Noah had been restless for days. Nox had been buried in work, his schedule consumed by endless matters concerning the pack and the growing threats outside their territory. That left Noah to manage things with the beta, making sure the pack stayed strong and calm.
But there was something that disturbed him far more than the long hours and heavy responsibilities.
The gifts.
They kept coming, every other day without fail. Each one wrapped beautifully, each one carrying the name of the same sender—Alistair. A vampire with smooth words, arrogant persistence, and an obsession Noah couldn’t shake off.
At first, Noah had tried to handle it lightly. He would message him to stop sending the gifts because he doesn't like it. He told Cindy, his helper, to put the gifts aside. Then, when the gifts
