The moment I stepped out of the car, my wolf stirred uneasily. The moon was high, its glow casting silver light over the treetops. It felt like it was watching me, as if it knew the turmoil in my heart. My phone buzzed in my pocket, pulling me back. Nicho' work group chat had erupted. The unread message count had skyrocketed.
Curiosity got the better of me, and I opened it. The first thing I saw was a photo Selena had posted—a photo of Nicho kneeling to fix her cabin’s wiring, his shirt clinging to him from the effort. My wolf growled low in my chest.
“Who else has an Alpha this considerate?” Selena’s caption read. “I’d devote my life to the pack’s prosperity! Can I sign a lifetime contract?”
Below her message were a flood of replies from the pack's enforcers and betas.
“I’ve never seen Alpha Nicho like this. The stories about him being a perfectionist don’t hold up here!”
“Look at those arms. I bet he could fix a lot more than just wiring.”
“Selena, quit rubbing it in. We all know you’re the future Luna!”