Richard’s POV
I returned from the border earlier than usual today, the patrol wrapping up fast with no real threats. All I could think about on the drive back was Emma—her scent, her soft skin, the way she moaned when I knotted her deep. I needed her. Badly.
I stepped into the packhouse expecting to find her waiting, maybe in our suite, maybe already naked on the bed with that teasing smile she knew drove me wild. But the suite was empty. The bed still made. No trace of her.
I checked the study, the kitchen, the playroom. Nothing.
“Where’s Emma?” I asked the first wolf I saw.
The enforcer shrugged. “Haven’t seen her since morning, Alpha.”
I tried the mind-link.
Emma? Where are you?
Her voice came back warm, a little breathless.
In the city. Running an errand.
My jaw tightened
