Xander’s POV
The last few days had been calm and quiet.
The rogues stayed away, and the sentinels hardly checked the borders. Everything felt peaceful—too peaceful.
Everyone was okay, except for me.
No, I wasn’t.
Because I couldn’t stop thinking about her.
Nyx.
My mate.
I leaned back in my chair, stretching my legs over the desk, but even that didn’t ease the tightness in my chest. The weight of my responsibilities had been heavy, but my mother’s constant pressure made it worse.
She wanted me to marry.
She had become relentless, always talking about the pack’s future, my legacy, and the Luna they needed. I’d been avoiding her calls and dodging her visits for the past few days.
The idea of marryng anyone other than Nyx felt like a burn in my chest.
The door to my office
