Chapter 42: The Confrontation (Elara's POV)
The scents of burning pine logs and ceremonial herbs filled the cabin, creating a fog of earthy aromas that mingled in the air. But they couldn't mask the stronger scent lingering beneath—wolf musk and the unmistakable evidence of intimate claiming that permeated every surface.
Dawn had barely broken, casting soft golden rays through the cabin windows. I blinked, wondering if I was still dreaming.
Two imposing males stood before me. Both radiated the unmistakable aura of Alpha wolves.
Caspian wore his usual black henley and dark jeans, the fabric stretched taut across his broad shoulders. His face was like stone, unreadable and severe.
And beside him—my heart nearly stopped—was Rhys in a perfectly tailored suit. His amber eyes fixed on
