The suite felt smaller after Marcus left.
Damien stood at the window, back to me, shoulders rigid as he stared out over the darkening forest. The bond between us hummed with his frustration — sharp, restless, the alpha in him hating that someone had slipped past every layer of security he had built around me.
I crossed the room on bare feet and slid my arms around his waist from behind. My cheek pressed to the warm skin between his shoulder blades. The claiming had left us both marked and raw, but the bond made every touch feel necessary, like breathing.
“They’re already searching the security hub,” I said quietly. “Marcus will find the traitor.”
Damien’s hand covered mine where it rested over his heart. “He shouldn’t have to. I built this place to be impenetrable. For you. And now Sor
