Chapter 4: 4

Tristan left before dawn. He stood in the doorway with a suitcase at his side, dressed in a crisp shirt and dark coat the perfect picture of a dutiful Alpha heading out for a business trip. His voice carried that warm, practiced softness he used when others were watching, warm enough that anyone else would have called him a loving fiancé. “I’ll be gone for two days,” he murmured, brushing his thumb along my jaw as though he cherished me. “When I return, we’ll finish the last preparations...