I stifled a cough, clamping a hand over my mouth and bolting.
Alpha Gideon was about to push Camilla away when he froze.
Not at a sound—at a vibration.
The deck’s thick carpet swallowed regular steps, but running?
It sent a tremor through the floorboards, a low hum that sang to a wolf’s bones.
He turned, his gaze slicing through the dim light like a blade, golden irises narrowing as they scanned the empty space.
“Alpha Gideon!” Camilla, drunk and clinging, fisted his shirt.
Her own scent, sweet with wine and desperation, cloyed in the air—too eager, too loud, the kind of pheromones that set a wolf’s hackles rising.
His expression iced over.
He peeled her hands off and dropped her onto the sofa, his voice sharp.
“Camilla, keep this up, and I’ll toss you into the sea.”
He wiped hi
