Dax rose slowly.
“What are you saying to me?” he droned, sounding every inch the same as Dorien had the night before when the Noble heir’s aura alone had brought Reyland to his knees.
Reyland paused.
He turned to Corien, raising his head slightly to gauge the former Alpha’s expression. He still kept his hood up. Still hiding his face.
Corien was gazing at him evenly, his face neutral.
Reyland turned back to his father.
“Okay. Fine. Thanks, Dad,” Reyland replied smoothly, lowering his hood to just above his upper lip.
He made to leave, but his father’s voice stopped him mid-motion.
“Where are you going?” Dax asked tightly.
“To my room. I’ll be there when you return – with my girl,” Reyland replied evenly.
Dax straightened, his eyes narrowing on his son.
“With her, Father. Anythin
