Melinda’s POVI sat at the grand table, my fingers pressing hard against the leather of my folder. I was fighting everything inside me to keep from looking across at Carl.His scent drifted straight toward me every time the ventilation in the hall shifted.The moment it hit my nose, my inner wolf whimpered.She scratched at the walls of my mind, whining, wanting him, remembering the five years we had spent bound to his side.No, I told her, shutting it down with a cold, brutal force. We are not doing this.I forced the feeling downBecause of the noise in my own head, I couldn't concentrate on anything Alpha Marcus was saying from the podium.The logistics, the border numbers, the refugee counts—it was all just a blur of words. To survive the dinner, I had to completely focus on Rowan’s face.I forced myself to smile, to tilt my head, and to play along with his heavy, deliberate flirting. Every time his large hand brushed my wrist or his thumb traced circles on my skin,I needed Carl
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