Alpha Lucien’s POV
I carefully angled my phone and took a discrete photo of Clara, making sure to capture her face clearly while appearing to check my messages. The last thing I needed was to be caught taking pictures of another alpha's mate.
My wolf was practically clawing at my chest, demanding I claim what was ours. But I forced myself to stay calm, to think logically about this impossible situation.
Clara was already mated to Darius. She wore no visible mating mark, but that didn't mean anything. Some alphas preferred private ceremonies, private markings. The fact that she was here as his acknowledged mate was claim enough.
But she was mine. My wolf knew it with absolute certainty.
Throughout the rest of the meeting, I couldn't take my eyes off her. Every gesture, every expression
