The Alpha’s Forbidden Coyote Mate
Her eyes flick to Phantom, then back to me, disappointment etched deep.
"Maryelle Arie Cirale," she says, tone clipped, each syllable a reprimand. "Inside. Now."
Phantom doesn’t flinch. He steps forward, posture cool, restrained, but commanding. "Good evening, Mrs. Cirale," he says, voice smooth, deliberate. "I’m Phantom Risberg."
Her brows lift, unimpressed. "I know who you are."
The tension coils instantly, thick as smoke. I hover between them, breath shallow, heart pounding. Phantom’s presence is a shield, but Mom’s authority presses down like a weight I can’t shake.
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