I didn't truly care to know the names of the past, but the thought of Connor's focus being stolen by anyone else made my chest tighten with a strange, possessive heat. I looked down, my hair veiling my face, but he saw the shift in my scent.
His low chuckle rumbled against my back. "Are you jealous, little wolf?"
"A little," I admitted, my voice a quiet admission.
"Do you truly believe anyone else could even stand in your shadow? There is only you, Ava." Connor pulled me onto his lap, his large hands guiding mine over the complex scrolls of the industry.
I was sharp when it came to the hunt, but staring at the dense, legal ink of these pacts made my head throb. It wasn't long before the warmth of his body and the scent of cedar lulled me into a dreamless sleep. He held his mate, contin
