Rayne
I didn’t expect the day to go sideways before lunch.
Alpha Caspian of the Stonebrook Ridge Pack arrived exactly on schedule—black SUVs lined up like a damn parade in front of my residence. He stepped out in his signature navy overcoat, flanked by his warriors and his daughter, Tessa.
I’d met Caspian a few times over the past six months. We’d been working together on a joint security project—a cross-border initiative to fortify both our Packs and introduce a shared intel network. It was ambitious. Forward-thinking. The kind of thing that would secure our region for decades.
And it had taken six whole months of negotiation to get him this far.
The plan was simple: tour our territory, go over the final draft, sign papers.
Easy.
What I didn’t plan for was Reed.
And definitely not
