Naomi’s pov :
The sleek executive floor of Kingsley Company buzzed with the quiet efficiency of a well-oiled machine, phones ringing softly, keyboards clacking, and the faint aroma of fresh coffee wafting from the break room. But as Elias guided me through the glass doors of his corner office, the outside world faded away, leaving just us in this bubble of polished mahogany and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Cheyenne's snowy skyline.
The city stretched out below like a winter wonderland, flurries swirling against the gray January sky, but my focus was entirely on him, my mate, my alpha, his hand warm and possessive on the small of my back. The bond between us hummed contentedly, a gentle pulse that eased the lingering fatigue from my morning classes and the subtle nausea that
