The northern residence wing was on lockdown.
I had tripled the guards, activated the emergency shields, and moved my son to the deepest safe room. He was sleeping now, tiny fist curled around his favorite stuffed wolf, unaware that the realm’s most dangerous players were circling our home like vultures.
All because the man in my care refused to stay buried in the past.
I returned to the secured medical wing with ice in my veins and fire in my blood. Justin’s third procedure was scheduled in less than an hour, and this one would require an audience.
His audience.
I entered his room without knocking. He was still restrained, body tense, eyes immediately finding mine. The scent of his desperation — sharp Alpha musk mixed with pain and unsatisfied arousal — thickened the air.
“You called
