Greyson’s POV
I was losing my mind.
Again.
Not because of enemies.
Not because of politics.
Not because elders had suddenly remembered they existed now that Zara carried power they could not control.
No.
Because my mate stood in the center of the training grounds with sweat on her neck, hair tied high, wearing fitted black leathers—
And every male warrior within fifty feet kept staring.
Idiots.
“Focus.”
My voice cracked across the grounds like thunder.
Six warriors immediately snapped their eyes away.
Davon smirked beside me.
“You know they’re terrified of you, right?”
“They should be.”
“You’re jealous.”
“I’m Alpha.”
“You’re jealous Alpha.”
I glared at him.
He grinned wider.
I considered killing him.
Unfortunately he was useful.
Zara rolled her shoulders and lifted b
