Elias’s pov :
The study in the kingsley mansion was my sanctuary, a bastion of dark mahogany panels, leather-bound tomes on pack lore lining the shelves, and a massive oak desk cluttered with Kingsley Company reports and surveillance files on Darius's rogue network. The fire crackled in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the room, but it did little to warm the chill that had settled in my bones since Naomi's pregnancy.
I paced the Persian rug, golden eyes flicking to my phone every few seconds, the bond with her humming faintly in my chest like a distant melody. It was girls' night, Naomi's idea, a chance to unwind with Lucy and Jessy at the movies. I'd relented, despite my alpha instincts screaming to keep her close, especially after that campus scare with the Jax creep. V
