Adonis's POV:
The moon hangs low in the sky, casting an eerie glow through the window as I pace my office, my thoughts a tumultuous storm. The scent of pine and earth clings to me, a reminder of my run earlier to clear my head. It didn't work.
"Damn it," I mutter, running a hand through my dark hair. "Why does he have to be here?"
My wolf, Solomon, growls in agreement. The thought of Alan's presence in our territory sets my teeth on edge. Every fiber of my being wants to assert dominance, to show Lynn that I'm the better choice. But I can't. I have to be civil, polite even.
I take a deep breath, trying to calm the jealousy that threatens to consume me.
"Get it together, Adonis," I chide myself. "You're better than this."
But am I? The fear of losing Lynn to Alan gnaws at me, a const
