Leanna studied his face, searching for something, anything, that would tell her why he was suddenly treating her like a treasured wife.
Because that was never what she had been to him.
The man she married had been distant, just doing things out of duty. A leader first, a husband second… if she even counted as one at all. He had married her for the pack, for his reputation, not for love.
But now, here he was, brushing his thumb over her knuckles as if she was the center of his world.
And it made her uneasy.
From across the room, she felt it… him.
The intensity of Rigz’s gaze was scorching, burning through her skin like wildfire. She didn’t dare look at him. She couldn’t.
She already knew what she would see.
Jealousy.
Possessiveness.
And something darker… something on the edge of b
