Brax POV
He drove back in silence, thoughts of Veronica consuming him.
How far she’d come from the spoiled, stubborn girl he’d first met. She was fierce now. Grounded. A true Alpha. And she was his. He couldn’t wait to bury his teeth in that delicious neck of hers.
He’d start planning the ceremony once the final loose ends were tied up.
There were only two left.
Talia. And her father, Conner.
When Brax pulled up to the packhouse, the sky had already slipped into darkness. Jackson stood waiting near the entrance, arms crossed as he leaned against the wall like he’d been there a while.
As Brax stepped out of the car, Jackson pushed off and met him halfway.
“Ready?” he asked.
Brax nodded once, his face hardening. “Let’s finish this.”
The automatic lights jumped on one by one as Brax
