Zara POV,
I could feel the heat radiating from Alpha Silas’s back against my chest as his fingers were laced firmly through mine.
It was a silent, blistering declaration of ownership that made my chest hum with a confusing mix of relief and terror.
Across the room Alpha Lir froze, and I watched his knuckles turning white as he gripped the edge of my work bench, his rings digging into the wood and I could hear the distinct creak of the timber protesting under his strength. He was a predator in another man’s den, surrounded by Silas’s guards and Silas’s scent, and the effort it took for him to stay still was visible in the frantic pulse jumping in his neck.
“You’re shaking Lir.” Alpha Silas said. “Is the attic air too thin for a Silvercrest Alpha? Or is it just the realization that y
