Elder Marcus POV
I slipped quietly into Alexa’s chamber. He sat behind his desk, shoulders relaxed, a thick book open before him while his fingers moved steadily across parchment. His lips were moving too, murmuring numbers and items beneath his breath.
“Two strong bulls,” he muttered. “That should be enough.”
I cleared my throat.
“Two bulls for what?”
He stiffened instantly. Shock flashed across his face before he turned and forced a smile.
“Good day, Elder Marcus,” he greeted politely. “I was just preparing a list for my coronation as Alpha. One must plan ahead.”
I nodded slowly. He returned to his writing, his pen scratching softly against the paper.
“Do you need anything?” he asked, glancing at me again.
“No, not really,” I replied, forcing a calm smile.
Yet my wol
