Nigel's phone vibrated on the table, but he ignored it. His grandmother had called, no doubt summoning him back to the Presgrave den, but today his instincts told him otherwise. Today, he was here, walking side by side with Anastasia and her little wolf, Jared, guiding them through the human world while keeping his Alpha presence subtle yet protective. Dinner at the Presgrave Residence could wait; the bond he was building now was just as important.
Over lunch, Nigel spoke of his return to the country, his voice calm but carrying the weight of Alpha authority. "I've come back to take my place in the family," he said, letting the words resonate like a subtle scent marking his intentions.
Anastasia's curiosity peeked through her calm, controlled exterior. "What exactly does your family do? Tell me specifically," she asked, her eyes probing, like a lone wolf trying to sniff out the true strength of another.
