Iva froze so completely it felt as if even her blood had stopped moving.
“Adama…?” she repeated, but the name shattered inside her chest before it ever reached her lips properly.
Adama.
As in the Adama Royal Family.
As in rulers of every pack, every border, every law that governed her kind’s existence.
Oh Moon Goddess.
Her lungs seized. Air refused to cooperate. For one terrifying moment she truly believed she might start hyperventilating right there in front of him—faint again like a helpless fool.
Inside her mind, Avalon had gone silent.
Not stunned.
Reverent.
Then her wolf whispered, voice trembling with something that sounded dangerously close to awe.
“The Moon Goddess has blessed us with a truly powerful mate.”
Iva’s response came sharp, shaky, almost bitter.
“Do you trul
