“You’re welcome,” Maddox murmured dryly.
“I didn’t ask for your help,” Gawain snapped, leaning over the laptop as the raw data finally unlocked and spilled across the screen.
“You didn’t have to,” Maddox replied, golden eyes burning into mine. “Maeve is my future Luna. An attack on her private property orchestrated by a High Council member using Vance-level security codes is an act of war against my house. I don’t give a fück about your pride, Gawain. I care about destroying the people who thought they could touch what’s mine.”
“I don’t belong to you, Maddox,” I said, my voice dropping into an icy, razor-sharp tone. I stepped forward, putting myself directly between the two alphas. “We have a contract. Red ink. You’re here because our interests align, not because I need an alpha to figh
