<b>Chapter </b><b>41 </b>
Adrian’s POV
<b>I </b>studied Skye’s face carefully as <b>I</b>–delivered the news about Leon. Her initial sh of surprise quickly gave way to a practiced <b>calm</b>.
“Oh, <b>I </b><b>see</b><b>,</b><b>” </b>she said, her voice impressively steady. “That’s not surprising. Bing Alpha King has always been his dream. She paused briefly before adding, “I assume he’s found a strong Luna by now.”
The casual way she referenced her former mate’s potential new partner struck me as deliberate. I recognized the tactic; I’d employed it myself many times.
I just thought you should know,” I exined, “given your previous connection to Frostshadow Pack.”
Skye straightened her shoulders almost imperceptibly. “Since <b>I’ve </b>joined Oasisborn, Frostshadow has nothing to do with me anymore. Her gaze met <b>mine </b>directly, unwavering. “As for Alpha Leon, he and I ceased having any connection to each other long ago.”
The quiet confidence in her voice impressed me. In the weeks since she’d joined our pack, I’d witnessed her transformation from a cautious lone wolf <b>to </b>someone who carried herself with increasing purpose and belonging.
The silver–haired woman before me now bore little resemnce to the frightened bartender we’d found in that desert town.
I moved closer, unable to stop myself from posing the question that had been weighing on my mind. <b>“</b>What if <b>I </b>were to enter <b>the </b><b>Alpha </b><b>King </b>election as well? If I had topete against Alpha Leon, then…”
I let the question hang iplete between <b>us</b><b>. </b>
Skye answered without hesitation. “You’re my Alpha now. I would stand with you.”
Her words warmed me. She had proven my trust in her was not misced.
Nadia had warned me about Skye’s letters to her family. <b>“</b>Check what she’s writing,‘ she had urged. “Make sure she’s not nning to betray us or feeding information to Frostshadow.”
But I had refused. Trust wasn’t something to be parceled out conditionally–it had to be given freely if it was to mean anything at all. And now<b>, </b>Skye had proven my instincts correct.
“Thank you,” I said, moving closer still. “Your loyalty means a great deal to me.”
The council chamber suddenly felt smaller, more intimate. The desert moonlight filtered through the windows<b>, </b>catching in Skye’s silver hair. Without thinking, I reached out, letting my fingers brush lightly against those metallic strands.
Skye’s breath caught audibly, her <b>eyes </b>widening slightly at the contact. The scent of her–subtle <b>yet </b>distinctive<b>, </b>like fresh snow–intensified with her quickened pulse. Something primal stirred within me, urging me to close the remaining distance between us, to im those softly parted lips with my own.
I leaned forward, unable to resist. For weeks I had kept my distance<b>. </b>Now, with her silver hair between my fingers and her <b>eyes </b>on mine, those boundaries didn’t matter anymore<b>. </b>
The shrill ring of a phone shattered the moment.
Skye jumped back as if burned, fumbling in her pocket for her phone. <b>As </b>she turned away to answer it, I caught myself<b>, </b>suddenly aware of how close I’de to crossing a line <b>I’d </b>promised <b>myself </b>I wouldn’t approach.
<b>“</b>Hello?” <b>Skye’s </b>voice <b>was </b>slightly breathless. “Oh, Ryder<b>… </b>Yes, I’m just finishing up… The council meeting? It’s over… Yes, <b>I </b>can meet you there… Okay, <b>see </b>
<b>you </b>soon.
She ended the call, turning back to me with a flush coloring her cheeks<b>. </b>“I’m sorry, Alpha Adrian. That was Ryder. He… he’s waiting for me. <b>May </b><b>I </b>be
<b>excused</b><b>?</b>”
The formality in her tone—the careful use of my title<b>–</b>served as a pointed reminder of our positions. Whatever moment we’d just shared had <b>evaporated</b><b>, </b>reced by the proper distance between an Alpha and his pack member.
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“<b>Of </b>course, I nodded, stepping back to physically reinforce the boundary she’d just verbally established. Thank you for staying behind.
With a quick nod, Skye hurried from the council chamber, the door closing behind her with a soft click that somehow felt deafening in the sudden <b>emptiness </b>
<b>of </b><b>the </b>room<b>. </b>
I exhaled slowly<b>, </b>running a hand through my hair <b>as </b>I collected myself.
What were you thinking? My wolf growled in the recesses of my mind. She’s not your mate. If you need sex, go find a whore to satisfy your urges. But you shouldn’t develop feelings for someone who doesn’t belong to you.
“I know,” I muttered aloud to the empty room. “I know.”
Moving to the desk, I drafted a brief email to the North American Werewolf Council<b>, </b>formally declining their invitation to participate in the uing <b>Alpha </b>King election. My pack needed me here<b>, </b>focused on their needs rather than political ambitions. That much, at least, remained clear.
After sending the message, I checked my watch. The evening <b>was </b><b>still </b>young. I didn’t want to return home <b>to </b>an empty house. My thoughts would only torment <b>me </b>there. I decided to visit The Oasis, our pack’s sole tavern. Perhaps the noise would drown out <b>my </b>conscience.
The drive <b>was </b>short, the night air cool through the open windows of my SUV. The tavern lights shone through the desert night. I pushed open the door <b>and </b>walked in. The familiar faces andfortable atmosphere usually brought me <b>peace</b><b>. </b>My <b>eyes </b><b>swept </b><b>across </b>the room.
What I saw stopped me cold.
In a corner booth<b>, </b>clearly visible despite the tavern’s dim lighting, sat Ryder and Skye. They were huddled close together, their <b>postures </b>intimate<b>, </b>their faces flushed with apparent intoxication. Ryder’s arm was draped casually around Skye’s shoulders, and she leaned into him<b>, </bughing at something he’d <b>just </b>said.
Jealousy hit me hard. I had no right to feel this <b>way</b>, but I couldn’t stop it.
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