Prese's POV
Alpha Lyran was falling harder for me every day. I could see it in his eyes, feel it in the way his grip tightened around my waist, and taste it in every deep, possessive kiss he gave me in public. He no longer cared who was watching—not his guards, not his advisors, not even his Luna council.
Every time our eyes met during pack meetings, his attention would snap away from strategy or war plans. Instead, he would stalk toward me like a wolf chasing prey, grab my arm, pull me close, and kiss me like I was the only thing keeping him alive. It thrilled me. Every second of it made my blood sing.
Everything was going just as I planned.
I owe it all to Alpha Berra. That love potion he gave me? A masterpiece. Whatever ingredients he mixed into that tiny glass vial had tu
