Maxwell’s POV
The moment Zara appears before me in her gown, my mind goes completely blank.
My thoughts flash back to our first meeting. Where was it? The border. What did she look like then? Dressed in a maid's uniform, her expression terrified. She was pale and painfully thin. Even then, I could see the defiant spark in her eyes, the power simmering just beneath her skin, but she was a shadow of the woman she is now.
And now? She stands tall, her hair flowing around her shoulders. A playful glint dances in her eyes, and a smile teases her lips. More importantly, she radiates pure confidence and power—everything a pack needs in its Luna.
"See something you like, Alpha?" Zara's voice, laced with amusement, snaps me out of my trance. I realize I've been staring for far too long.
"Just
