Zaria’s Private Office – Midnight
She should’ve gone home.
The building was dark, her staff long gone. But Zaria stayed behind, half-expecting trouble. The scent of smoke and pine hadn’t left her since the night before. And Drevon he never left messages without intention. If he carved his mark, it meant he was already watching.
She closed her laptop and leaned back in her chair.
“He’s coming,” her wolf whispered.
She didn’t flinch when the shadows near the corner shifted.
“Broke in through the front door?” she asked calmly.
A voice rolled out like gravel soaked in whiskey.
“I missed your sharp tongue.”
Zaria stood slowly, turning to face him.
Alpha Drevon. Taller than she remembered. A long scar traced down one cheekbone, adding more depth to already-dangerous eyes. He wore black
