“Amara,” he repeated, letting the name roll off his tongue. “Beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”
Amara snorted softly, though a faint blush crept into her cheeks. “Do you flirt with every barista, or am I just lucky?”
“Only the ones who make an impression,” Lorion said smoothly. “So... do I get the honor of having you pick my drink, or should I play it safe with a latte?”
Amara shook her head, but her smile widened slightly. “I’ll surprise you.”
As she turned to prepare his drink, Lorion let out a quiet breath, his confidence flickering. The pull was still faint, barely there, like a whisper at the edge of his senses. It wasn’t the all-encompassing connection he’d heard about from Linus and other bonded wolves. Is it me? he wondered. Am I the reason it’s weak?
Lorion slid into a se
