Selena’s POV
The girl was more of a fighter than I had given her credit. Walking out of the door to “my” study,— little bastard now — and leaned against the wall listening to Lena call out orders to pack members for today’s tasks in confidence that was fast grating on my last nerve.
"Marcus, report to the southern patrol on the border issues. Elena, by the way, will you look at those orders before we meet this afternoon? And somebody go check on the omega pups in nursery — I want to make sure they’re adjusting all right after yesterday’s fright.”
Competent. Clear. Just the sort of decisive leadership I’d spent weeks trying to sabotage. How had she recovered from the doubts I’d meticulously sown so quickly?
“f**k,” I said quietly, backing away before anyone noticed me standing in the sh
