ADRIAN
I sit in my chair with my hands folded together, my elbows resting on the desk. The office is quiet. Too quiet.
Fern shifts beneath my skin.
He is restless.
He has been restless for weeks.
Mate, he murmurs inside my head, low and aching.
“I know,” I answer silently.
I have known from the first second I caught her scent.
Sloane Sinclair.
Half werewolf. Half human.
Mine.
And she feels nothing.
Lucas stands across from me with his tablet in his hands. He keeps his posture straight, but I can sense the caution in him. The bond between Alpha and Beta is not just hierarchy. It is awareness. He feels my tension.
“Alpha,” he says carefully.
“Report.”
He nods once and glances at the screen. “Sloane submitted her resignation from Delgado’s firm two weeks ago.”
My jaw tightens
