Brax POV
It was almost like he was walking on clouds now that he was starting to accept his feelings for Veronica. Never in his wildest dreams had he thought that would happen. She was thirteen years younger than him—not that that meant much in wolf years—but she’d been so immature and spoiled.
But the woman he was seeing now—the responsible, sharp, and unexpectedly maternal Veronica—her, he could fall for. And he was.
Brax jumped out of the shower and quickly dressed, tugging on his shirt as he headed down to meet the Alphas. Not that he cared about the politics. His mind was with Veronica and Wrenna, curled up in a hospital bed.
“Alpha Braxton,” Conner drawled as Brax entered. “Still no mark from Talia? The Council’s been watching. You’re making them…nervous.”
Brax gave him a cool s
