= Amara =
By the time the formal introductions ended, the party had already found its rhythm.
I stood beside Mikael as we moved through the crowd, my steps matching his without conscious effort. He didn’t guide me with a hand at my back or a grip on my wrist—he didn’t need to. People parted for him instinctively, bodies shifting out of our path like the tide responding to the moon. Power clung to him in a way that was impossible to ignore.
And because I was beside him, it clung to me too.
At least, that’s how it felt.
“This is my other beta, Rovan,” Mikael said smoothly as we stopped before a tall man with cropped dark hair and eyes the color of storm clouds.
Rovan inclined his head, sharp and precise. His gaze swept over me—not openly hostile, not warm either. Calculating. Weighing
