Mara
“Recent developments have forced me to review certain matters,” Alpha Vander said, adjusting in his seat.
I hated this part of my mornings—the overly formal breakfasts that felt more like council meetings than family gatherings. Always polished. Always tense. Never warm.
He looked around the table, clearing his throat like he was building toward something heavy.
“First, I want to commend Darian for his effort at the border. We don’t always win every battle, and I recognize that mission was difficult. But you stood your ground.”
Darian nodded slightly, not proud—just enduring.
“I also want to thank Mara,” he continued, “for being a true soldier and standing by her Alpha.”
I held his gaze but said nothing. I didn’t need applause. I hadn’t done it for Darian—I did it because it wa
