(Rayla's POV)
Now we sat together on my bed—fully clothed, fully upright, fully pretending the last hour hadn’t happened—trying to solve a problem neither of us had ever imagined. Trying to figure out exactly how to move forward...but no knowledge came to mind. “So…” I said slowly, unsure where to begin. “We need…guidance.” Ryan nodded once, stiffly. “Yeah. Probably.” “About nighttime.” His ears went pink. “Yeah.” “And,” I continued, “about how to respect boundaries without breaking the Alpha Order. Or...that.” “Yeah,” he croaked. We sat there in silence, two future leaders of the Silver River pack, completely outmatched by the concept of sleep proximity. Mayra rolled onto her back in my mind, pawing the air like she found this adorable. You two fear intimate sleeping arrangements, but y
