(Aaron's POV)
I catch Tyron before he can leave his study.
"Alpha, may I speak freely?"
He looks up from papers he's clearly not reading. His mind is elsewhere—probably still processing yesterday's events at the graveyard.
"About what?"
"About your wife."
His eyes narrow. "What about her?"
I step inside, closing the door behind me. This conversation needs privacy.
"Forgive me for overstepping. But I witnessed what happened yesterday. The ritual. The power she displayed."
"Get to the point, Jake."
"The point is: you're trying to control something you don't understand." I choose my words carefully. "But what if there's a better way?"
"What way?"
I take a breath, knowing this could backfire spectacularly.
"Win her heart. Not through force. Through... actual courtship."
Tyron lau
