The room doesn’t feel big enough once my Alpha steps inside it, and the shift in pressure is immediate and overwhelming, the kind that settles deep in the chest and makes breathing feel like something you have to remember how to do. His presence rolls in heavy and familiar, edged with authority I’ve known most of my life, and my wolf reacts instinctively, surging forward with a mix of relief and alarm that knots my stomach painfully.
“Sasha,” he says, and my name sounds different in his voice than it does in Adam’s, heavier with expectation and possession, and I have to steady myself against the table before I turn fully toward him.
He looks exactly the way he always does when he’s decided something and doesn’t intend to be challenged, shoulders squared, jaw set, eyes sharp as they sweep
