The crackling fireplace cast a warm glow across our bedroom as I nestled deeper into the plush armchair. Sinclair had materialized with a tray of steaming chamomile tea, his expression carefully neutral despite the emotional storm that had swept through our quarters earlier.
"Will there be anything else, Alpha King?" he asked, addressing Kaelen who stood by the window, his broad shoulders tense as he gazed into the darkness outside.
"No, thank you, Sinclair," I answered before Kaelen could respond. "We just need some quiet time."
The older wolf nodded, a hint of understanding in his eyes. As he turned to leave, I caught the ghost of a smile on his lips.
"What?" I asked, feeling suddenly self-conscious.
Sinclair paused at the door. "Nothing, my Luna. I merely find it... refreshing to see someone who can go toe-to-toe with both Thorne brothers in a single evening and emerge unscathed."
Despite everything, I laughed. "I'm not sure Ronan would agree with the 'unscathed' part."
