The Marriage Treaty

A week. Seven full days since I'd last seen Aubrey, and she'd taken full advantage of the paid leave I'd offered. Worse still, she only bothered to report her condition once every two days. Brief, clinical updates that told me nothing.

She'd be back soon enough. And when she returned, I'd push until she finally confessed the truth.

That had been my intention when I'd mentioned smelling blood in her dorm. I'd known she was on her period the moment she opened the door. The scent had been unmistakable. I wondered what her roommates thought was happening behind that closed door.

Which brought me to another problem: I needed to get her out of that four-person dorm. The thought of her sharing space with three men made my wolf restless in ways I didn't want to examine too closely.

But personal matters would have to wait. The rogues were escalating their attacks on neighboring packs, and the lead alpha of the entire werewolf association had died last week. A new leader had to be chosen.

I had