LUKAS
It’s manifesting as an unavoidable, exasperating pull on my soul.
I’m miles away from Veiled Moon, yet I can sense the matebond purring deeply inside my chest. Jade’s sweet scent clings to the air around me, and I frown, narrowed eyes cutting through the vicinity. The Rogue Alpha bows while I step down from my vehicle.
The fountain at the center of his round courtyard gurgles softly. I place a hand on his shoulder briefly, and he gasps, his respect for me reaching beyond any sky.
Everyone knows rogues should be avoided.
They’ve maintained peace with neighboring packs under my rule, because I don’t exempt them, like the stigma says.
“I prepared the banquet hall specially for you, King Lukas,” Clayton says, dipping his head for a ridiculous show of respect again.
“You know why
