STEVENS POV"The leather trunks line my quarters like silent judges," I mutter, shoving another folded silk tunic into the cream-colored case with trembling hands.The Sunclaw Coast. Just thinking of that tropical pack territory makes my pulse beat super fast."You are packing far too plainly, Stevens," my mother, Jana Nielsen, notes as she glides into the room. Her heavy jasmine scent fills the air, her eyes scanning my choices with sharp disdain. "You will bore him to death. Strong Alphas stray when their submissive mates lack fire. Remember that."Her words sting deeper than she realizes. Our father strayed more times than I can count, his secret trysts with lower-ranked omens whispered about like ghosts around the Nielsen Moonfang Manor. But I lock my jaw. Fighting her won’t change our pack's history.When I drag my heavy trunks down the stone stairs, my father, Tronte Nielsen, is waiting at the bottom. His hard gaze pins me instantly. "Behave your inner wolf," he commands, his de
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