Lorien POV
“A drink sounds lovely,” I said, forcing a light tone. “If you don’t mind, I have a few questions about your… our kind. Maybe you can answer them for me.”
My attempt to ease the tension only seemed to make Auren stiffen further. I reached up, resting my hand on his back, hoping to calm him. To my surprise, his muscles slowly relaxed beneath my touch. My fingers drifted in a slow, soothing motion, tracing small paths up and down his spine.
“Enjoy your meeting, Alpha Orlin. Lorien and I will be just fine,” Riven said smoothly. “My men are already waiting in the lobby for us as we speak.”
He extended his arm toward me in a gesture that was both polite and possessive, but Auren’s response was a low, rumbling growl. His arm snaked around my waist, yanking me protectively down the
