(Amber's POV)
For an entire week, I maintained my new routine of visiting Dominic's office with lunch. The rhythm of our days had fallen into a comfortable pattern that felt both exciting and domestic.
"No sign of Vivian Quinn today either?" I asked Lucas as he met me in the lobby of Shadowpeak Tower.
Lucas shook his head, taking the bag of food from my hands. "She secured that investment deal with Uncle Dominic and left the Northern Territory yesterday. Business in Europe, I think."
I couldn't help the relief that flooded through me. My wolf, Cora, had been intimidated by Vivian's presence—the woman exuded confidence and commanded respect in a way that triggered Cora's instinctive response to powerful she-wolves.
"Good," I said, stepping into the elevator. "I'm not in the mood for another territorial standoff."
Lucas chuckled. "You're the Luna now, Amber. No need to feel threatened."
I shot him a look. "I'm not threatened. I'm just... selective about my battles."
The truth was
