The air in the elevator was thick, but not entirely heavy. I could feel Darian’s relief as he held my arm. The possessiveness was still there, but it was now laced with a sense of gratitude that wasn’t there before. In his mind, he hadn’t just secured a mate, he had secured a strategical asset.
You just won us a war before breakfast, Luna. His words replayed in my mind. His voice had been soft and intimate. A direct contrast to the command he’d held while directing the others in the room.
Luna. The title felt absurd, yet in that boardroom, surrounded by skeptical werewolves, it had carried the undeniable weight of the highest office. I sucked in a deep breath as the elevator carried us up, the smell of spiced pomegranates filling my senses. I was exhausted. The adrenaline of the audit
