“Can you believe they’ve kept me waiting in this room for over an hour?” Mark snapped, turning to Henry in frustration.
“I know, Alpha, but please—”
“Not another word,” Mark cut him off sharply, pacing the room in agitation.
Just then, the door creaked open, and Dean stepped in — with Becca beside him.
Mark’s movements still. Becca looked radiant, almost otherworldly, like a goddess in flesh. But not once did her eyes meet his.
Mark swallowed hard. In that moment, every ounce of anger vanished. She’s still my Becca. He knew he had wronged her — deeply — but that’s why he was here. To fix it. To make right everything he’d shattered.
Dean’s voice broke his daze. “You sounded urgent,” he said in a controlled, level tone. “May I ask what brings you to my pack today?”
Dean was calm on th
