Wesley moved first.
Not abruptly, not recklessly. It was just one slow, deliberate step forward, as if testing the air between them. The elevator hummed softly around them, suspended between floors, between decisions, between the past and whatever this moment dared to become.
Riana felt it instantly.
The pull.
Her heart betrayed her, thudding faster, louder, as if it recognised him before her mind could catch up. She hated that. Hated how easily her body remembered what she had sworn she’d forgotten.
‘No. He is not our mate’ she whispered to her inner wolf.
‘Then, why am I feeling something’ her wolf was spinning around.
Wesley’s lips curved, not smug, not victorious… just warm. And dangerous.
“You’re still doing that,” he murmured.
“Doing what?” she asked, tho
