The Alpha's Breeding Pet
Tight against my chest, warm, completely indifferent to the politics of her own existence.
I envied that.
The road was quiet. Open farmland on both sides, sparse tree cover, the kind of terrain that made you visible from a long way off. Intentional, probably. Vane's territory had the feeling of somewhere that didn't like surprises.
"Tell me about him," I said.
Caelan rode beside me, close enough to reach me if the horse spooked. "Older. Been Alpha of the eastern territories for thirty years. Traditionalist, but the functional kind. More interested in his pack's stability than in Council politics."
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