_Dorian's POV_
Aaron studied me from across the desk, his sharp eyes scrutinizing every word I had said. I had just laid out my proposal—the trade route that would benefit both our packs. His silence stretched between us. The air was thick with tension.
Then, he leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers.
“But why would you offer this to us?” he asked. His voice was smooth yet laced with suspicion. “Your pack has never shown interest in forming alliances before. What is your true reason?”
I had expected this question. I knew Aaron wouldn’t accept my offer without digging deeper.
I met his gaze evenly. “It’s true that our packs have remained distant from one another. But times are changing, Alpha Aaron. My pack controls the northern routes, which have access to human markets. We h
