GREENWOOD'S POV
"You're making a mess, darling," she purred, stopping a few feet away.
"Not now, Monica," I said, my voice tight. "The Pack is hemorrhaging gold, and our enemies are strangling our trade routes. I don't have time for this."
"You always have time for me," she replied, her eyes scanning my face.
She knew my moods better than anyone.
She knew that when I was this frustrated, I was at my most volatile—and for her, that was an opportunity.
She reached up, the ties of her robe loosening. "You’ve been so stressed lately. Five years of trying to secure the border, five years of meetings... and five years of us trying to secure the future of this Pack."
I looked at her, my gaze hardening. The topic of an heir was a sore spot that had become a festering wound. We had been to
