The firelight from the gathering still burned in my mind as Jacob's hand tightened around mine, pulling me away from the courtyard. The pack's whispers echoed behind us—shock, envy, disbelief.
No one had expected him to declare me under his protection. Not even me. I though all this time that he didn't care. He's just there to watch. He will only steps in if my child is in danger.
His grip was unrelenting as he dragged me through the halls of the packhouse, his silence louder than any words. I wanted to ask where he was taking me, to beg him to let me go, but fear knotted my throat.
Finally, he stopped before a heavy oak door at the top of the stairs. The air shifted. I knew where we were.
The Alpha's room.
My heart lurched. "No," I whispered, shaking my head. "Please… not here."
Jac
