Alpha Kaelion parked the car in silence. The night air was thick with tension, but neither of them spoke as the engine quieted. With a soft sigh, he stepped out and rounded the car to Jenna’s side, opening her door with uncharacteristic gentleness.
“Careful,” he murmured, offering his hand to help her out.
Jenna took it, her fingers brushing his in a moment that felt oddly sacred. Her gown was still slightly stained from the confrontation at dinner, but she held her head high. Her pride hadn’t shattered—only shaken.
Just as they reached the steps of the grand entrance, Beta Darion approached quickly, bowing his head respectfully.
“Alpha,” Darion said. “The healer stopped by while you were out. He said he’s found a way and he left this for you.”
Alpha Kaelion’s eyes narrowed as he turn
