The SUV pulled up to the grand stone gates of the Alpha's palace just as the sun dipped low, painting the sky in bloody reds and oranges. Aaron's compound sprawled across the hilltop like a fortress, all towering walls and howling winds that carried the scent of wild wolves. Astrid's heart thumped hard as the guards—big, scarred betas with glowing eyes—waved them through. This was her dad's domain, the heart of the eastern pack, where alphas ruled with iron fists and full moons brought out the beast in everyone. Elena parked near the main entrance, killing the engine with a sigh. "Home sweet chaos," she muttered, grabbing a bag.
Marcus stretched in the back, his eyes lingering on Astrid's flushed cheeks. The drive had left them both sticky with secrets—c*m dried on her thighs, his scent c
