Jake sat at his desk, staring at the stack of paperwork he had been pretending to read for the past half hour. His thoughts were nowhere near patrol rotations or invoices for the new ramp. They were with Donovan. With Lyra. With Halle.
He leaned back in his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose. This changed everything. Donovan having a mate in the pack tied him here more securely than anything Jake could have orchestrated. It also meant Lyra was more likely to stay. She would not take Donovan away if he was bound to someone here, not when it would break both his and his mate’s hearts.
The truth settled in his chest like a heavy stone. Part of him was ashamed of the relief it brought. It felt manipulative, even though he had not caused it. Still, he could not deny that the idea of Lyra
