Lexa’s growl lingered long after the gala night ended.
“We should tell him,” her wolf pressed the next morning as Jenna scribbled halfheartedly on her notebook. “Our mate is the Alpha King. You think a threat like that is petty? Someone’s planning to hurt us. Let him deal with it.”
Jenna clenched her pen tighter, forcing her focus onto the lecture slide in front of her. “Kaelion has the pack to rule, councils waiting for him. He doesn’t need to hear about scraps of gossip whispered behind my back.”
Lexa snarled. “Gossip doesn’t end with death threats, Jenna.”
Her chest tightened, but she shook her head hard. “We’re not running to him for every little challenge. I’ll handle this.”
Lexa fell silent, she disapproved entirely.
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If Jenna thought burying herself in her studies would he
