REMI'S POV
I didn't cancel the announcement.
The meeting with the family's legal team was scheduled for the following Tuesday, three days after the announcement, which meant I had to do them in sequence — stand in Conference Room A on Friday and tell forty-five of Dax's closest pack members and business associates that I was his mate, and then on Tuesday sit in a conference room with people who might be able to tell me where I came from.
I compartmentalized. It was the skill I was best at.
Friday morning, 6 AM. I was in the kitchen when Dax came in. He was already dressed — dark suit, tie perfectly straight, the full professional architecture in place before seven, because today was a performance and he understood performances.
He looked at me at the kitchen island with my ginger tea
