The Lost Heir
"They're waiting, Alec. We shouldn't keep them."
Alec nods. "Thank you, Celeste."
They stand there a moment longer than necessary—the blonde bombshell and the Alpha, a picture-perfect couple against the backdrop of the mountain. Celeste steps back, creating just enough professional distance to let him lead, but the way she watches him—and the way she pointedly ignores Maya—speaks volumes.
The pack parts for her automatically as she turns to follow him. Maya watches her go, feeling the weight of the woman's polished, suspicious perfection.