Mara
The moment the door closed, Lucian came to me on the couch. He didn’t speak right away. His shoulders were tense, jaw locked.
“Martha’s been stealing from us all along—using shady deals like this to bleed Steel Corp dry,” Lucian growled, fists clenched and jaw tight. Rage radiated off him in waves. I could feel it thrumming beneath his skin through the bond we shared.
And I understood it. Martha’s greed hadn’t just been manipulative—it had been dangerous. She could’ve ruined him. Us.
I moved closer, gently placed a kiss on his lips. “He’s gone, Lucian. It’s over,” I whispered.
But I knew the kiss wouldn’t be enough. His fury was still pulsing just beneath the surface, barely contained.
I reached for his belt.
He caught my wrist, eyes flashing with his wolf’s gold. The anger was
