I let out a soft laugh and leaned in closer, my lips inches from his ear. "The future of the pack… or the future you’re building with Ravenna?" I whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear.
Draven froze, his breath catching. For a split second, panic flickered in his eyes before he quickly masked it. "Zerra… what are you—"
I placed a finger against his lips, silencing him. "Shh." I smiled again, this time softer, more genuine. "I didn’t mean anything by it, love. I know how hard you’re working for us, for me. And I’m grateful."
I watched him closely as my words wrapped around his guilt, squeezing it tighter. His shoulders sagged a little in relief, and I leaned back, giving him a reprieve from the suffocating tension. For now.
"Let’s not talk about Ravenna or any of that tonight," I continued, placing my hand on his chest. "Tonight is for us. The wedding’s almost here, and I want to make sure you’re still mine, Draven. Body and soul."
He swallowed hard, but I could see it—the uncertainty, the conflict. I could almost feel the weight of Ravenna’s presence looming over him like a shadow. But I would not let her win. Not tonight.