Elara walked slowly toward the Master Chamber’s private washroom.
On Ryder’s washstand,there was a pair of matching Pack-issued scent stones—one deep crimson,one pale lavender—clearly a set.She looked around and saw that the entire Den was now filled with these paired,coded markings.Matching Pack blankets,carved drinking horns,and communal bedding were everywhere.
Anyone who didn’t know the truth would believe this was the established Den of a deeply Mated Alpha and his She-Wolf.
Elara then recalled the early cycles of their claim.She had nervously purchased a set of simple,matching wolf emblems for their Den.
At the time,Ryder had only glanced at them with a cold Alpha eye and said,“What is the utility of these trivial,human distractions?”
After that,she never suggested another shared marking again.
Elara took a deep,steadying breath,forced her body to ignore the overwhelming,intrusive scent of Lyra that permeated the territory,and went to pack the last of her few personal belongings.She had grown accustomed to the Alpha’s indifference.After so many disappointments,her inner wolf had gone numb.