Amethyst
The adrenaline from my parents' arrival and Jack’s swift Alpha mobilization still hummed through the vaulted office. Once the door closed behind Ethan, sealing us in the comforting embrace of cedar, rain, and the intoxicating sweetness of apple pie, the air grew thick with a different kind of tension—one that had nothing to do with war and everything to do with the undeniable mate bond.
Jack—no longer Jackson Reynolds, the formidable Alpha, but Jack, my Mate—stood before me, his powerful frame exuding a mesmerizing blend of control and raw, hungry need. His focus was absolute, making me feel like the center of his universe.
“Ame,” he said, the name a deep rumble that sent a wave of electric heat pooling low in my belly. He walked the few feet to me and extended his hands, pulli
