The music drifted into a slower and quieter movement.
But the suffocating tension between Diego and me on the dance floor didn't ease for a single second. His hand remained anchored to the bare skin of my lower back and his presence wrapped around me like a fur blanket
We were halfway back to the high table when Miguel stepped into our path, a slight furrow between his brows.
"Alpha." The Bloodmoon Beta bowed his head briefly. "Alpha Hector’s envoy from the Granite Ridge Pack has arrived. Warlord Corvin is demanding a word regarding the western border trade routes before the evening closes."
"Corvin lacks both patience and manners." Diego’s eyes flicked over Miguel’s shoulder and his jaw tightened subtly. "But fine, let's hear what Granite Ridge has to say."
Diego shifted his grip, l
