As I stepped into the bathroom, my mind was already racing.
Mishele had been reading about mating balls, title reunions, and even returning to the hotel. Did she want to attend them?
The thought made my jaw clench.
Normally, she wouldn’t be allowed to attend unless she was marked—because without my mark, she was technically still unclaimed in the eyes of other Alphas.
The mere idea of some other wolf looking at her, thinking they had a chance…
A deep growl rumbled in my chest before I could stop it.
I knew she wanted freedom, but the irony was suffocating—the more I tried to give her freedom, the more limits I saw.
She needed to learn so much before she could fully navigate this world. But I didn’t want her to feel trapped while learning.
If only I could find a way to make her feel
