Adam
She was feisty as hell.
And I say that purely as an observer—not someone with any particular interest in her.
Really. I mean it.
Nana’s brilliant idea to place the Alphas and other “high-caliber males” on the upper floor while the she-wolves mingled below?
Genius. Absolute genius.
At first, I’d thought it was a punishment. Being trapped in a gilded cage, forced to inhale pheromones thick enough to choke a grown man. The scent clung to the walls, the curtains, my skin—hell, I’d probably carry it with me for days. But this?
This moment right here?
Worth it.
Premium entertainment.
Down below, the girls were huddled like bees around honey—with Lara at the very center of the storm.
Malcolm, ever the sentimental i***t, muttered beside me.
“As she should be. She’s the King’s mate
