How could two people under the same roof feel so different?
Yael was like a small sun inside that cold territory. When he smiled, the air felt lighter. My shoulders eased without me telling them to. His scent was calm, steady, welcoming. If he stood in the middle of a pack gathering, no one would feel threatened.
But Vito…
Even when he smiled, my instincts tightened. It was the kind of smile that never reached the eyes. The kind that hides teeth behind politeness. Standing near him felt like standing near something coiled and waiting. My bond stirred uneasily beneath my skin.
"Alpha Blackwell," I said respectfully. "I hope I'm not disturbing you."
"Disturb?" he replied smoothly. "Not at all. Yael told me Ms. Ashbourne kindly offered to keep Whitney company. I'm very pleased."
Keep her company.
