XANDER
The rest of the afternoon vanished in a miserable, exhausting blur of administrative work, budget calls, and piles of documents requiring my signature. To make matters worse, my mother spent an hour blabbing in my ear about some unnecessary renovations she wanted to fund in the residential wing.
But emotionally, I wasn't even in the room. My mind kept violently drifting back to the lunch table, back to my and Kat’s bond, back to the dangerous, intoxicating web of doubts and hope.
It wasn't just the prospect of making her my official Luna that had my wolf pacing restlessly within my subconscious—it was what she had confessed before the proposal. The fact that she had gone to our library to make sense of her failed mating with Lucian.
The raw, primal jealousy had burned against my
