Chapter 21
Elvis shut the door to his room harder than he meant to. The room felt too small. Too quiet. His thoughts were too loud. Irene’s face kept flashing in his mind. The way she froze when she saw him. The way her scent had changed. The way she ran. He dragged a hand through his hair and began pacing. Back and forth. Back and forth. Three weeks. His father’s words sat heavy in his chest. The elders. The throne. The bond pulling tighter by the day. And Irene small, frightened, stubborn Irene who clearly wanted nothing to do with him. “What am I supposed to do?” he muttered. He had fought wars. Negotiated treaties. Ruled a pack without blinking. But this? this terrified him. A knock sounded on the door before it opened. “Are you going to burn a hole in the floor or what?” Elvis stop
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