Ryker opened a private mind link to his beta. “Kylian.” The connection formed instantly. “Yes, Alpha.” Ryker’s voice was steady. Controlled. Stripped of any casual familiarity. “I will remain in the pack hospital today. You will handle anything urgent. Do not contact me unless we are under direct attack.” There was a brief pause on the other end. “Understood, Alpha.” Kylian’s tone matched his. Formal. Precise. They had grown up together. Trained together. Bled together. When no one else was present, their conversations were often blunt, sarcastic, even relaxed. But this? This was not a casual exchange. This was an alpha directive. And Kylian knew the difference instantly. Ryker was prioritizing his mate above everything else. “Prepare for her transfer tomorrow,” Ryker continued.

