Aziel's POV
I had always been a creature of habit—structured, regimented, and unwavering. I ran my pack with an iron fist, no room for emotion or weakness. That’s how I survived. But lately, something had begun to eat away at me from the inside, something I didn’t want to acknowledge. It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t even anger. It was... jealousy.
I tried to ignore it, to dismiss it as an unnecessary distraction. But the truth was—Lailani had gotten under my skin in ways I wasn’t prepared for. And today, it seemed that her presence was becoming harder and harder to avoid. She has been here for one month now and her scent always clouded my head.
The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon when I spotted her walking across the courtyard. She was with the pack’s head guard, a man named Lucas,
