Elyse pov
The guards came for me mid-morning.
“The Alpha wants to speak with you.”
My heart jumped into my throat. “Now?”
“Now.”
I followed them down more corridors, through parts of the Pack House I hadn’t seen. Wealthier. More ornate. Tapestries on the walls. Carpets on the floors.
The seat of power.
They stopped at a door that looked heavier than the others. Knocked once.
“Enter,” a voice called from inside. His voice.
The guards opened the door but didn’t follow me in. Just gestured for me to go ahead.
I stepped into what was clearly an interrogation room. Bare walls. A table. Two chairs facing each other.
And him.
Alpha Ronan stood by the window, his back to me. Even from here, I could feel the mate bond tugging. Insisting. *Go to him. Touch him. Claim him.*
I stayed by
