Celeste was halfway through her third attempt at sipping coffee, because apparently bonding with another Alpha meant constant interruptions, when Lisa barged in.
“I hope that’s not your battle outfit,” her Beta said, eyeing the soft robe cinched lazily around Celeste’s waist.
Celeste blew on the coffee like it was the only thing tethering her sanity. “It’s not a battle outfit. It’s a ‘please let me have one damn morning with my mate’ outfit.”
Lisa arched a brow. “Too bad. Council’s stirring. Something about emergency protocols and a potential security breach. Also, the West Border patrol reported odd activity. Could be nothing, but it smells political.”
Celeste groaned, slumping back against the counter. “Can I get one day, just one damn day, where I don’t have to wrangle a rogue counc
