Marco POV
Morning light spills through the wide windows of the Conley estate, warming my face. I’ve been awake an hour, standing at the window, staring at the endless stretch of perfectly trimmed lawns and glistening fountains.
Behind me, the bed creaks as Kyra stirs. Her voice, still husky from sleep, drifts toward me. “Marco, what—you're dressed already?”
“We should leave,” I reply without turning around. “There’s work to be done.”
When I do look back, Kyra is sitting up, hair tousled, the sheet slipping to her waist. “Leave? Now? But this is like our honeymoon. I thought we’d stay for a week at least.”
Her face glows in the soft morning light, her beautiful skin enticing. “I can’t leave my pack for a week,” I reply.
“But Elon is your Beta, and he’s holding things down well. You s
