Once Atlas completes several circuits of the patio, I trail behind him as he moves down the side of the pack house. He leads me to a secluded utility room, a space hidden from view, where he can shift back in privacy.
“How do you think that went? The speech, I mean. I didn’t really plan it, I think I just—”
Austin’s words cut off as I press my hands to his chest and shove him roughly against the door.
His eyes darken instantly, flickering between surprise and something much deeper as I excitedly fumble with the lock. The click of the lock barely registers—I’m already being pulled under by a wave of desire so strong it steals my breath.
I bite my lip, my heart pounding as I look up at him—my mate, my alpha. The man who just commanded an entire pack with his words alone, with a presence
