The first light of morning broke through the clouds as Kaelion’s Rolls-Royce curved up the long drive leading to his estate. Dew clung to the window glass, and a thin mist blanketed the woods.
Inside the vehicle was quiet.
Darion kept one hand on the wheel, the other tapping restlessly on the dashboard. The closer they got to home, the heavier the tension became.
“I know it’s not my place, Alpha Kaelion,” he said finally, glancing sideways, “but… we’re running out of time.”
Kaelion didn’t answer. His eyes were fixed on the road, unmoving.
Darion pushed forward anyway. “You still haven’t mated with her. Tomorrow is—”
“I know what tomorrow is,” Kaelion snapped, voice low, laced with warning.
Darion paused, then softened. “She cares for you, Kael. You feel it too. So why are you still
