Silvia
The conversation with Alpha Sherman this morning still lingered in my mind, especially his reaction when Noah joked about becoming an uncle.
The brief flash of something akin to fear in Alpha Sherman's blue eyes had unsettled me more than I wanted to admit.
"He looked terrified at just the mention of pups," Keal, my wolf, whimpered inside me.
I understood, logically, why neither of us should want children right now.
My life was in complete disarray—no stable job, no clear future plans beyond our arrangement, and pups were a lifelong commitment.
Yet his visceral reaction had struck a nerve I didn't know I had.
I pushed those thoughts away and focused on adjusting the black satin gloves Alpha Sherman had rush-delivered last night.
The cool material molded to
