Nigel's grip on the steering wheel was steady, his eyes sharp as he focused on the road ahead. My pulse throbbed in my chest, but even more so when I caught movement in the rearview mirror—a black car trailing at a distance. My senses flickered; instinct told me it was Elliot. I felt a low, simmering thrill at the thought. Nigel's alpha energy radiated through the car, solid and protective, and my own wolf instincts curled toward him, craving that bond, that pack security.
Nigel didn't hesitate. "I see him," I heard him mutter, a dangerous edge threading his voice. "Don't worry. He won't interfere tonight. He'll see this." I pressed a hand to my chest as a shiver ran down my spine. My mate, my protector, my Alpha… Nigel was staking his claim, and I could feel it reverberating through my blood.
