Alpha's Regret: Chasing His Pregnant Luna
They whispered of history, of rituals and oaths made long before my time.
When I hesitated, Alexander rose to his feet and joined me. The heat of his presence sent my senses spiraling, even as he carefully reached over me to tug a particular recording free.
“Let’s start with this one,” he said, his voice unusually quiet.
The title made my stomach sink. “Mate-Claiming Rituals Throughout the Ages.”
I turned to protest, but Alexander’s face was neutral, the flash of his wolf’s eyes giving nothing away.
Silently, I followed him to the next chamber.