I pushed open the carved doors of Moonbrew Pavilion. Cool enchanted air brushed my face. Crystal lights shimmered overhead, illuminating polished obsidian floors.
A server in midnight-black attire approached. “Luna Rustpire?” He bowed slightly. “Your table awaits.”
We wove through moonlit tables toward a secluded alcove—the Alpha section. I sat in a plush velvet chair, scanning the room. Old habits: always map your exits.
The door opened. The air shifted.
A male entered with the quiet authority of an Alpha born. Tall, broad-shouldered, wrapped in a charcoal battlecoat tailored to precision.
Without trying, he commanded the entire space. His dark eyes found mine. A slow, knowing smile curved his lips as he crossed the room.
“Isolde.” His voice was exactly as his messages—rich, deep, magnetic. He extended his hand. I placed my hand in his.
Warm. Firm. A subtle spark shot up my arm.
“It’s good to finally meet you,” he murmured, brushing his thumb over my knuckles before releasing my hand.
I inhaled, steadying myself. “About five years ago… I’m sorry I refused you.”
Marcellus leaned back, expression softening. “Don’t be. That rejection forged who I am today.”
My brows lifted. “What do you mean?”