Chapter 172

Zarek's POV

I watched her from across the estate terrace, the evening sun casting long shadows over the manicured hedges and stone pathways of my Vane Grounds.

Elara's hands flexed unconsciously at her sides as she spoke, lips pressed together with that stubborn set I knew all too well. My alpha senses hummed with tension; the faint scent of her nerves mingled with the faint musk of her wolf aura