Maeve’s POV I was standing in the center of Carter's corner office, mid-sentence into a highly detailed explanation regarding a complex jurisdictional conflict between the state and federal courts, when the bond suddenly ignited. It was not the familiar, low-grade distance warmth that I had been carrying around in my chest for the past six weeks of the summer. This was something entirely different. This was the close version. This was the full, unyielding, heavy biological presence of my alpha, the specific chemical heat that only occurred when he was occupying the exact same geographic zip code. The sensation hit my physical systems mid-sentence with enough concentrated force that the words caught in my throat. I completely lost the logical thread of the legal argument I was making, stumbling over a simple statutory definition, and I had to physically grip the edge of her mahogany desk to steady myself while Carter looked up at me with a single eyebrow raised in silent evaluation.
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