Ryan POV
I moved down the corridor with the kind of quiet that came from years of owning every room I walked into.
Eyes scanning bulkheads, fixtures, the way the carpet met the walls...anything out of place.
My wolf sat heavy under my skin, restless from the confined space and the layered scents of too many humans packed into one floating hotel.
Jack Louise, the duty manager, trailed half a step behind.
When I didn’t answer his last question, he tried again, voice careful.
“Mr. Parker, if you’re not disembarking now,w I can have the ship hold at the next port...”
I ripped the glossy event poster off the wall. The paper tore cleanly.
“What’s this?”
Jack blinked, scrambling for the details.
“A high-spending guest requested a private event for his… family, I believe. We arranged
