Chapter 208
Chapter 208:
“You are impossible,” I hissed, though I could feel the treacherous heat rising in my cheeks. “You didn’t even tell her p>
“A Pack needs its Luna, Adella,” he said, his voice dropping to a serious, velvety register. He reached out and tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear. “And my daughter needs to learn patience. You fit the role p>
I wanted to argue. I wanted to tell him he couldn’t just decide my future, my title, my life before I’d even had my morning coffee. But the way he looked at me — like I was the only anchor in his stormy world — silenced every protest. A warmth that had nothing to do with the bond bloomed quietly in my chest.
“I need coffee,” I muttered, scrambling out of bed before I did something stupid — like admit how much I liked the sound of it.
Twenty minutes later, the kitchen was filled with the rich aroma of brewing coffee. I leaned against the counter, watching the dark liquid drip into the carafe.
Dallas stood by the island, fully dressed in yesterday’s suit — tie gone, the top buttons of his shirt undone. He was staring at his phone, his expression unreadable. The air around him rippled faintly, the telltale shimmer of a Mind-Link.
I sipped my water and watched him. His jaw was set, his eyes cold and focused. It wasn’t the look of a man checking emails. It was the look of a King moving pieces on a chessboard.
Whatever he’s doing, it’s business, I told myself.
I didn’t know that in the silence of his mind, he was issuing orders that would dismantle the last barriers of my old life.
Duncan, Dallas projected into his Beta’s mind, his gaze flickering briefly to me before returning to his screen. Clear out her suite at the Penthouse. Everything — clothes, books, art supplies. Move it all here to The Aurelia. Today.
Alpha? Duncan’s voice echoed back, hesitant. Does the future Luna know?
𝘋оw𝗇𝗹о𝗮𝗱 р𝘋𝖥𝗌 𝗳r𝖾е о𝗻
Dallas slid the phone into his pocket and looked up at me, his dark eyes concealing everything behind them.
She doesn’t need to know, he replied through the link, cutting it clean. She is mine. Her things belong where I am.
He walked over to me, took the mug from my hand, and replaced it with a kiss that tasted of possession and impending storms.
I melted into him, blissfully unaware that the walls of my independent sanctuary were already closing in.
Adella
By noon, the pristine silence of my new apartment had been shattered in the best possible way.
“This place is way cooler than the Penthouse,” Azalea declared, her mouth full of chocolate chips. She was perched on my kitchen counter, swinging her legs, flour dusting the front of her designer jeans. “Grandpa hired Elder Thorne to teach me Diplomatic Etiquette for High-Ranking Females. Can you believe that? The man smells like mothballs and judgment p>