All that remained was a silk blouse, the top two buttons undone, exposing the pale column of her throat where my mating mark should have kept her faithful.
Not a trace of the composed Pack Steward she played before the pack.
"You said he looked at it carefully?"
Selene's voice came through, soft and coy, with an undercurrent of tension she couldn't quite hide.
"Flipped through several pages. Even paused on mine."
Kael chuckled, his fingers trailing higher along her thigh.
"What's wrong—scared?"
"Just... surprised, that's all."
Selene hesitated, then leaned closer into him, her wolf clearly responding to his presence in a way that should have been reserved for her bonded mate.
"He never used to look twice at anything I brought him. Always just sealed it without question."
"Worried he caught your scent on the documents?" Kael shot her a sidelong glance, lips curling. "Relax. That old fool's got nothing in his head but territory and silver-tribute. Spends all day scheming how to expand his hunting grounds. Never occurs to him his own den is already burning—and the horns on his head are glowing bright green."
Selene swatted his arm, the touch playful, barely a tap. "That mouth of yours."