Lina's POV
"Derek has impeccable timing as always," Adrian murmured, his stormy gray eyes still dark with desire. His pine and musk scent had intensified, wrapping around me like an invisible claim.
"Alpha Storm, the documents you requested..."
Derek slipped into the driver's seat, then turned around to hand the files to Adrian.
I couldn't bring myself to look at Derek's expression, feeling blood rush furiously to my cheeks. Adrian, however, remained perfectly composed, taking the files with a simple, "Thank you. Let's drive."
During the ride back to the Pack House, I deliberately avoided Adrian's gaze, turning my face toward the window and pretending to develop a sudden interest in trees and streetlights. But I could feel his burning stare occasionally landing on me, that
