I could hear them whispering before I even reached the corner of the office. Their voices carried that familiar prickle of pack curiosity, sharp as claws digging into flesh. The energy in the room shifted the moment they started speculating instincts igniting, like the sparks that fly before a hunt begins.
"Really? Then, is his mate showing off their bond on purpose? That would explain why she left a mark on a place as obvious as his neck."
"Yes! President Presgrave is like a wildfire. I wonder what it's like to cross paths with him in the den, where instincts take over and dominance dictates every movement."
"Wait… who in our pack would dare to claim him?"
"I think Anastasia has a real chance. Not just her beauty, but the way she navigates the pack's politics untouched she's untouchable. I won't believe she hasn't marked him in some way. Didn't he just banish Mr. Lawrence for a minor slip?"
