Elsa
I stood up, offering my hand to Delta O'Brian as a polite greeting, but instead of shaking it, he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on the back of my hand. The gesture was oddly charming, though it felt slightly out of place given the tension lingering in the air.
“Welcome, Luna Elsa,” he said, his voice a low, husky rumble that seemed to vibrate through the room. There was a magnetic quality about him—a presence that could easily captivate anyone who wasn’t used to resisting such charms. But I wasn’t just anyone. I held my ground, refusing to be swayed. Adam had set a standard that no one could match, and even as powerful as Delta O’Brian’s charisma was, it paled in comparison to my mate’s.
“Thank you, Delta O’Brian,” I replied politely, gesturing for him to take a seat. As he
