- ARIA
The vibration of the tires on the asphalt was a low hum, but the tension inside the car was much louder. Brandon kept glancing at me, his wolf’s gaze searching my face for cracks. He’d heard the phone call. He’d felt the literal shockwave of Luca’s voice through the speakers.
"Aria," he said, his voice dropping into that serious, "brotherly" scowl that always used to get under my skin. "That wasn't a conversation. That was a demand. Does he always talk to you like you’re a rogue he’s about to exile?"
I stared out at the passing pines, the scent of damp earth and needles getting stronger as we neared the Oakhaven pack boundaries. "He’s an Alpha, Brandon. Subtlety isn't exactly in the job description."
"Being an Alpha isn't an excuse for treating your mate like a prisone
