Liam watched Elaine’s car disappear into the early morning haze, his fingers tapping rhythmically against his folded arms.
Something about her stayed with him. He’d enjoyed the way she’d stood tall against her brother’s venom, unflinching. The smooth grace with which she dismissed her family’s abuse had been worthy of a Luna. He even remembered that radiant red dress from the Alpha meeting. Her calm presence had cut through the noise like a blade.
She was strong, poised, and devastating. He hadn’t expected her to be that kind of woman.
“She’s not our mate,” came the calm, half-hearted response from his wolf in his mind. Liam couldn’t help but chuckle.
He’d never been the type to care about things like that. He’d always done what he wanted, when he wanted. That included the
