And it was true. The monitoring device Daneth had inserted inside her had scientifically proven she grew excited by his dominance—she loved his mastery. But perhaps he had misunderstood. Perhaps her s****l arousal at being kept subordinate to him wasn’t enough.
Clearly, she’d felt she had to flee from him, rather than seek his permission or request his assistance to save her sister.
The door slid open, and Seke entered, his cool gaze assessing. He strolled over and leaned one shoulder against the windows, looking down with a casualness Zander knew better than to trust.
“What is the root of your trouble with Lamira?”
He had to flex his fingers, which curled automatically into fists any time another male spoke of his mate. “I don’t want to have this conversation with you.”
“What fear is
