Mara
“We have laws in our world,” Alpha Vander said, his voice taking a formal, almost judicial tone. “And we have a body that ensures those laws are upheld.”
My stomach tightened. Something in his phrasing told me this wasn’t just a reminder—it was a warning.
“Tiffany is here today because of those laws, Lucian,” he continued, his gaze sharp.
“When Tina demanded her rights a few days after the border incident, I asked her to wait. I told her—as her Alpha—to be patient. To wait until you and Mara returned.”
He looked directly at Lucian now, his expression hardening.
“Now you’re home. And I’m going to speak plainly.”
Martha smiled—too smug, too satisfied. Whatever was about to be said, she was enjoying it already.
“I’m not pleased with how you’ve handled the situation,” Vander said
