The infirmary doors burst open without warning.
Five elders strode in, led by the silver-haired woman whose cold gold eyes had measured me in the courtyard. Behind them, two armed wolves in tactical gear. The room still smelled of sweat, blood, and the raw, unmistakable scent of what Damien and I had just done.
I was still straddling him, robe hanging open, his hands possessive on my hips. The bond between us thrummed strong and whole now, a living current that made every inch of my skin feel alive. Damien sat up instantly, shielding me with his chest, fingers digging into my waist like he could hide me from the entire world.
“Out,” he growled, voice low and dangerous. “Now.”
The silver-haired elder didn’t flinch. “Alpha Voss, the suppressant is flushed, but the bond is still settling.
