Modric’s POV
I did not speak until we reached the residence.
That was probably the only reason I did not get myself arrested.
Mary Ann walked beside me through the marble corridor while Kylian, Liora, Alpha Sterling, and the legal delegation followed several steps behind. Council guards stood at every intersection. Officials passed us carrying files as though nothing extraordinary had happened.
As though the High Moon Council had not just suggested ending my marriage because our happiness had become politically inconvenient.
My wolf wanted violence.
Not metaphorically.
Not politically.
Violence.
I kept my hands at my sides.
Mary Ann felt all of it through the completed bond.
She said nothing until the doors to our assigned suite closed behind us.
Then she turned.
“Do not.”
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