I let out a sharp scoff, the frustration twisting in my chest like a coil of fire. "You wolves only care when it's a female in the mix," I said, my voice dripping with irritation. The words weren't just a jab—they were instinct, a flare of pack pride that refused to be silenced.
Elliot's amber eyes locked onto me, piercing and unwavering. His presence was magnetic, suffused with the authority of an Alpha, every line of his body coiled with controlled power. He didn't argue—he didn't need to. I was the only female he had ever marked, and he knew it. That unspoken dominance pressed against me like a tangible force.
"Your father will guard Jared well. Don't worry," Elliot said, his voice low and deliberate. Even in the calm cadence, I could hear the rumble of the Alpha in him, protective instincts simmering beneath the surface, ready to ignite at a moment's notice.
