Nate strode into the shop, his Wolf King aura unleashed, a raw force that rippled through the air like a storm’s first gust. Save for Jax and me, every soul in the room quailed under its weight, their wolves cowering before his dominance. Admiration gave way to primal fear, bodies trembling in his shadow.
The contrast struck me sharply. My wolf had never flinched from Nate’s presence. Instead, each encounter ignited a magnetic pull, a fascination that set my beast humming with longing, as if drawn to him by some ancient, unspoken bond.
Jax, ever at Nate’s side, stood unfazed. As the Wolf King’s closest confidant, he’d long grown immune to the crushing pressure of his aura.
Following Jax’s introductions, Nate’s gaze swept the crowd, a predator surveying his domain. When it landed on me,
