“Enter!” a deep voice barked from within.
I pushed the door open.
The office looked like a storm had torn through it.
A heavy table lay cracked in half. Papers scattered across the floor. The air vibrated with the raw pressure of Alpha dominance.
“What do you want?” the man snapped.
Then he saw the child in my arms.
His entire expression changed.
“Adrian.”
He crossed the room in two long strides.
“Where were you?” he demanded tightly. “Do you know how long I’ve been searching?”
He reached for the boy.
Adrian tightened his grip around my neck.
“Don’t force him,” I said calmly.
The man paused.
Then his dark eyes lifted to me.
Sharp. Assessing.
“Who are you?”
Adrian yawned sleepily.
A moment later, his head dropped against my shoulder.
He had fallen asleep.
I gently laid him on the couch nearby, resting my hand on his back until his breathing steadied.
Then I turned to the man.
“I came to meet someone,” I said evenly. “But I found your son wandering outside. He refused to leave me.”
His expression remained unreadable.
“Who were you here to meet?”
“The owner of this territory,” I replied. “My name is Aria Sinclair. I was told to come here.”
Something flickered in his gaze.
Recognition.
Amusement.
A slow smirk spread across his face.
“You’ve found the right wolf, Ms. Sinclair.”
He extended his hand.
“Dominic Wolfhart.”
